Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 1 Page 29

What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.

We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There’s a lemon in the locker.

O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove milk.

Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:

That woman is coming up with the milk.

The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I can’t go fumbling at the damned eggs.

He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates, saying:

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.