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His head disappeared and reappeared.
— I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch him for a quid, will you? A guinea, I mean.
— I get paid this morning, Stephen said.
— The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one.
— If you want it, Stephen said.
— Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.

guinea = $136.50 today, quid/pound = $130
"The guinea had an aristocratic overtone; professional fees and payment for land, horses, art, bespoke tailoring, furniture and other luxury items were often quoted in guineas" [wiki] why does Mulligan correct himself? maybe exploiting Haines' snobbery?

we'll see in the next chapter that SD's pay is actually 3 pounds, 12 shillings ($468 today vs $520, and that he's been paid it twice already, so BM (unlike OG) could be sponging off SD

He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of tune with a Cockney accent:
— O, won't we have a merry time,
   Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
   On coronation,
   Coronation day!
     O, won't we have a merry time
     On coronation day!

this was a well-attested popular ditty c1902 for Edward VII's coronation, but I can't find any sign of the tune, unless it really was O Dem Golden Slippers [♬]? eg1, eg2, "a rousing six-eight grand march"
more often it went "We'll [all] be [very] merry, Drinking whisky wine and sherry, On coronation day" (witty parody: "Oh, when Carrie Nation [the prohibitionist] dies, Oh, when Carrie Nation dies, We'll have a spree, a jubilee, We'll shout, "Hip, hip, hurrah!" We'll be merry Drinking whisky, wine, and sherry...")

Delaney: [27]

Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone, forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there all day, forgotten friendship?
He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck. So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.

calming himself
'slaver' = slobber, drool
the 1st of many transitions from outdoors to in and viceversa

Delaney: [28]

In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly about the hearth to and fro, hiding and revealing its yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor from the high barbicans: and at the meeting of their 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?

"domed" (arched, to support the weight of a cannon on the roof)
paved with flat 'flagstones'
coalburning fireplace?
"the meeting of their rays" (optically doubtful)
"will you?" politer with Haines than with SD

Delaney: [29]

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!

outer doors locked, but not inner?

why is Haines' voice disembodied here?

source

domed livingroom

barbican

"Janey Mack" politer euphemism for 'Jesus Christ'?

an exclaimation of surprise: "Janey Mack, My shirt is black, what will I do for Sunday, I'll stay in bed and cover my head and not get up 'til Monday!"

mysteries: quid vs guinea, [melody]

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