rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.

We’ll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you?

Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open the inner doors.

Have you the key? a voice asked.

Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I’m choked!

He howled, without looking up from the fire:

Kinch!

It’s in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.

The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set