Ulysses - Chapter 16
Bloom guided Stephen to a cabman's shelter, a late-night establishment serving coffee and food to Dublin's nocturnal workers. The place was shabby and poorly lit, but it offered warmth and sustenance.
They sat at a grimy table, and Bloom ordered coffee and buns. Stephen was recovering slowly, his mind clearing as the alcohol wore off. He seemed disoriented, uncertain how he had ended up in this place with this strange older man.
An old sailor told improbable stories of his adventures at sea, claiming to have traveled the world and witnessed incredible events. The other patrons listened skeptically, knowing the tales were mostly fabricated but enjoying them nonetheless.
Bloom tried to engage Stephen in conversation, asking about his plans and ambitions. Stephen responded vaguely, still guarded and suspicious. He didn't understand why Bloom was helping him, what the older man wanted in return.
"You're talented," Bloom said. "You could do great things with your life. But you need to take care of yourself, be more practical."
Stephen smiled bitterly. Practical advice from a practical man. But what did Bloom know of art, of the sacrifices required to create something meaningful? Still, there was kindness in Bloom's concern, genuine compassion.
They discussed music, and Bloom mentioned Molly's singing career. Perhaps Stephen could give her lessons, help her improve her technique? It would be a way for Stephen to earn money while pursuing his own artistic goals.
Stephen considered the offer noncommittally. He was tired, emotionally drained from the day's events. All he wanted was to sleep, to escape consciousness for a while.
Bloom paid for their refreshments and suggested they continue to his home. Stephen agreed, too exhausted to argue or make other plans.