Улисс
Chapter 1
—Isthatso?MrBloomasked.Ofcourse,hesubjoinedpensively,attheinwardreflectionoftherebeingmorelanguagestostartwiththanwereabsolutelynecessary,itmaybeonlythesouthernglamourthatsurroundsit.
Thekeeperoftheshelterinthemiddleofthistête-à-têteputaboilingswimmingcupofachoiceconcoctionlabelledcoffeeonthetableandaratherantediluvianspecimenofabun,orsoitseemed.Afterwhichhebeataretreattohiscounter,MrBloomdeterminingtohaveagoodsquarelookathimlateronsoasnottoappearto.ForwhichreasonheencouragedStephentoproceedwithhiseyeswhilehedidthehonoursbysurreptitiouslypushingthecupofwhatwastemporarilysupposedtobecalledcoffeegraduallynearerhim.
—Soundsareimpostures,Stephensaidafterapauseofsomelittletime,likenames.Cicero,Podmore,Napoleon,MrGoodbody.Jesus,MrDoyle.ShakespeareswereascommonasMurphies.What’sinaname?
—Yes,tobesure,MrBloomunaffectedlyconcurred.Ofcourse.Ournamewaschangedtoo,headded,pushingthesocalledrollacross.
TheredbeardedsailorwhohadhisweathereyeonthenewcomersboardedStephen,whomhehadsingledoutforattentioninparticular,squarelybyasking:
—Andwhatmightyournamebe?
JustinthenickoftimeMrBloomtouchedhiscompanion’sbootbutStephen,apparentlydisregardingthewarmpressurefromanunexpectedquarter,answered:
—Dedalus.
Thesailorstaredathimheavilyfromapairofdrowsybaggyeyes,ratherbungedupfromexcessiveuseofboose,preferablygoodoldHollandsandwater.
