Among the many correspondences between Stephen’s first three chapters and Bloom’s first three are meditations on milk. Stephen, standing next to the milkwoman, “watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white milk, not hers.  Old shrunken paps.” Bloom picks up “the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just left for him,” and later stands eyeing his wife’s breasts: “He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat’s udder.

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The Milkmaid, oil painting by Jan Vermeer, ca. 1658, displayed in the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam. Source: Wikimedia Commons.