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—
I
’
m
giving
you
two
lumps
each
,
he
said
.
But
,
I
say
,
Mulligan
,
you
do
make
strong
tea
,
don
’
t
you
?
Buck
Mulligan
,
hewing
thick
slices
from
the
loaf
,
said
in
an
old
woman
’
s
wheedling
voice
:
—
When
I
makes
tea
I
makes
tea
,
as
old
mother
Grogan
said
.
And
when
I
makes
water
I
makes
water
.
—
By
Jove
,
it
is
tea
,
Haines
said
.
Buck
Mulligan
went
on
hewing
and
wheedling
:
—
So
I
do
,
Mrs
Cahill
,
says
she
.
Begob
,
ma
’
am
,
says
Mrs
Cahill
,
God
send
you
don
’
t
make
them
in
the
one
pot
.
He
lunged
towards
his
messmates
in
turn
a
thick
slice
of
bread
,
impaled
on
his
knife
.
—
That
’
s
folk
,
he
said
very
earnestly
,
for
your
book
,
Haines
.
Five
lines
of
text
and
ten
pages
of
notes
about
the
folk
and
the
fishgods
of
Dundrum
.
Printed
by
the
weird
sisters
in
the
year
of
the
big
wind
.
He
turned
to
Stephen
and
asked
in
a
fine
puzzled
voice
,
lifting
his
brows
:
—
Can
you
recall
,
brother
,
is
mother
Grogan
’
s
tea
and
water
pot
spoken
of
in
the
Mabinogion
or
is
it
in
the
Upanishads
?
