尤利西斯-第110章

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LYNCH　I'm　not　looking。　
ZOE　（Makes　sheep's　eyes。）　No？　You　wouldn't　do　a　less　thing。　Would　you　suck　a　lemon？　
（Squinting　in　mock　shame　she　glances　with　sidelong　meaning　at　Bloom；　then　twists　round　towards　him；　pulling　her　slip　free　of　the　poker。　Blue　fluid　again　flows　over　her　flesh。　Bloom　stands；　smiling　desirously；　twirling　his　thumbs。　Kitty　Ricketts　licks　her　middle　finger　with　her　spittle　and　gazing　in　the　mirror；　smooths　both　eyebrows。　Lipoti　Virag；　basilicogrammate；　chutes　rapidly　down　through　the　chimneyflue　and　struts　two　steps　to　the　left　on　gawky　pink　stilts。　He　is　sausaged　into　several　overcoats　and　wears　a　brown　macintosh　under　which　he　holds　a　roll　of　parchment。　In　his　left　eye　flashes　the　monocle　of　Cashel　Boyle　O'Connor　Fitzmaurice　Tisdall　Farrell。　On　his　head　is　perched　an　Egyptian　pshent。　Two　quills　project　over　his　ears。）　
VIRAG　（Heels　together　bows。）　My　name　is　Virag　Lipoti；　of　Szombathely。　（He　coughs　thoughtfully；　drily。）　Promiscuous　nakedness　is　much　in　evidence　hereabouts；　eh？　Inadvertently　her　backview　revealed　the　fact　that　she　is　not　wearing　those　rather　intimate　garments　of　which　you　are　a　particular　devotee。　The　injection　mark　on　the　thigh　I　hope　you　perceived？　Good。　
BLOOM　Granpapachi。　But。。。　
VIRAG　Number　two　on　the　other　hand；　she　of　the　cherry　rouge　and　coiffeuse　white；　whose　hair　owes　not　a　little　to　our　tribal　elixir　of　gopherwood；　is　in　walking　costume　and　tightly　staysed　by　her　sit；　I　should　opine。　Backbone　in　front；　so　to　say。　Correct　me　but　I　always　understood　that　the　act　so　performed　by　skittish　humans　with　glimpses　of　lingerie　appealed　to　you　in　virtue　of　its　exhibitionististicicity。　In　a　word。　Hippogriff。　Am　I　right？　
BLOOM　She　is　rather　lean。　
VIRAG　（Not　unpleasantly。）　Absolutely！　Well　observed　and　those　pannier　pockets　of　the　skirt　and　slightly　pegtop　effect　are　devised　to　suggest　bunchiness　of　hip。　A　new　purchase　at　some　monster　sale　for　which　a　gull　has　been　mulcted。　Meretricious　finery　to　deceive　the　eye。　Observe　the　attention　to　details　of　dustspecks。　Never　put　on　you　tomorrow　what　you　can　wear　today。　Parallax！　（With　a　nervous　twitch　of　his　head。）　Did　you　hear　my　brain　go　snap？　Pollysyllabax！　
BLOOM　（An　elbow　resting　in　a　hand；　a　forefinger　against　his　cheek。）　She　seems　sad。　
VIRAG　（Cynically；　his　weasel　teeth　bared　yellow；　draws　down　his　left　eye　with　a　finger　and　barks　hoarsely。）　Hoax！　Beware　of　the　flapper　and　bogus　mournful。　Lily　of　the　alley。　All　possess　bachelor's　button　discovered　by　Rualdus　Colombus。　Tumble　her。　Columble　her。　Chameleon。　（More　genially。）　Well　then；　permit　me　to　draw　your　attention　to　item　number　three。　There　is　plenty　of　her　visible　to　the　naked　eye。　Observe　the　mass　of　oxygenated　vegetable　matter　on　her　skull。　What　ho；　she　bumps！　The　ugly　duckling　of　the　party；　longcasted　and　deep　in　keel。　
BLOOM　（Regretfully。）　When　you　e　out　without　your　gun。　
VIRAG　We　can　do　you　all　brands；　mild；　medium　and　strong。　Pay　your　money；　take　your　choice。　How　happy　could　you　be　with　either。。。　
BLOOM　With？。。。　
VIRAG　（His　tongue　upcurling。）　Lyum！　Look。　Her　beam　is　broad。　She　is　coated　with　quite　a　considerable　layer　of　fat。　Obviously　mammal　in　weight　of　bosom　you　remark　that　she　has　in　front　well　to　the　fore　two　protuberances　of　very　respectable　dimensions；　inclined　to　fall　in　the　noonday　soupplate；　while　on　her　rere　lower　down　are　two　additional　protuberances；　suggestive　of　potent　rectum　and　tumescent　for　palpation　which　leave　nothing　to　be　desired　save　pactness。　Such　fleshy　parts　are　the　product　of　careful　nurture。　When　coopfattened　their　livers　reach　an　elephantine　size。　Pellets　of　new　bread　with　fennygreek　and　gumbenjamin　swamped　down　by　potions　of　green　tea　endow　them　during　their　brief　existence　with　natural　pincushions　of　quite　colossal　blubber。　That　suits　your　book；　eh？　Fleshhotpots　of　Egypt　to　hanker　after。　Wallow　in　it。　Lycopodium。　（His　throat　twitches。）　Slapbang！　There　he　goes　again。　
BLOOM　The　stye　I　dislike。　
VIRAG　（Arches　his　eyebrows。）　Contact　with　a　goldring；　they　say。　Argumentum　ad　feminam；　as　we　said　in　old　Rome　and　ancient　Greece　in　the　consulship　of　Diplodocus　and　Ichthyo　saurus。　For　the　rest　Eve's　sovereign　remedy。　Not　for　sale。　Hire　only。　Huguenot。　（He　twitches。）　It　is　a　funny　sound。　
（He　coughs　encouragingly。）　But　possibly　it　is　only　a　wart。　I　presume　you　shall　have　remembered　what　I　will　have　taught　you　on　that　head？　Wheatenmeal　with　honey　and　nutmeg。　
BLOOM　（Reflecting。）　Wheatenmeal　with　lycopodium　and　syllabax。　This　searching　ordeal。　It　has　been　an　unusually　fatiguing　day；　a　chapter　of　accidents。　Wait。　I　mean；　wartsblood　spreads　warts；　you　said　。　
VIRAG　（Severely；　his　nose　hardhumped；　his　side　eye　winking。）　Stop　twirling　your　thumbs　and　have　a　good　old　thunk。　See；　you　have　forgotten。　Exercise　your　mnemotechnic。　La　causa　è　santa。　Tara。　Tara。　（Aside。）　He　will　surely　remember。　
BLOOM　Rosemary　also　did　I　understand　you　to　say　or　will　power　over　parasitic　tissues。　Then　nay　no　I　have　an　inkling。　The　touch　of　a　deadhand　cures。　Mnemo？　
VIRAG　（Excitedly。）　I　say　so。　I　say　so。　E'en　so。　Technic。　（He　taps　his　parchmentroll　energetically。）　This　book　tells　you　how　to　act　with　all　descriptive　particulars。　Consult　index　for　agitated　fear　of　aconite；　melancholy　of　muriatic；　priapic　pulsatilla。　Virag　is　going　to　talk　about　amputation。　Our　old　friend　caustic。　They　must　be　starved。　Snip　off　with　horsehair　under　the　denned　neck。　But；　to　change　the　venue　to　the　Bulgar　and　the　Basque；　have　you　made　up　your　mind　whether　you　like　or　dislike　women　in　male　habiliments？　（With　a　dry　snigger。）　You　intended　to　devote　an　entire　year　to　the　study　of　the　religious　problem　and　the　summer　months　of　1882　to　square　the　circle　and　win　that　million。　Pomegranate！　From　the　sublime　to　the　ridiculous　is　but　a　step。　Pyjamas；　let　us　say？　Or　stockingette　gusseted　knickers；　closed？　Or；　put　we　the　case；　those　plicated　binations；　camiknickers？　（He　crows　derisively。）　Keekeereekee！　
（Bloom　surveys　uncertainly　the　three　whores；　then　gazes　at　the　veiled　mauve　light；　hearing　the　everflying　moth。）　
BLOOM　I　wanted　then　to　have　now　concluded。　Nightdress　was　never。　Hence　this。　But　tomorrow　is　a　new　day　will　be。　Past　was　is　today。　What　now　is　will　then　tomorrow　as　now　was　be　past　yester。　
VIRAG　（Prompts　into　his　ear　in　a　pig's　whisper。）　Insects　of　the　day　spend　their　brief　existence　in　reiterated　coition；　lured　by　the　smell　of　the　inferiorly　pulchritudinous　female　possessing　extendified　pudendal　verve　in　dorsal　region。　Pretty　Poll！　（His　yellow　parrotbeak　gabbles　nasally。）　They　had　a　proverb　in　the　Carpathians　in　or　about　the　year　five　thousand　five　hundred　and　fifty　of　our　era。　One　tablespoonful　of　honey　will　attract　friend　Bruin　more　than　half　a　dozen　barrels　of　first　choice　malt　vinegar。　Bear's　buzz　bothers　bees。　But　of　this　apart。　At　another　time　we　may　resume。　We　were　very　pleased；　we　others。　（He　coughs　and；　bending　his　brow；　rubs　his　nose　thoughtfully　with　a　scooping　hand。）　You　shall　find　that　these　night　insects　follow　the　light。　An　illusion　for　remember　their　plex　unadjustable　eye。　For　all　these　knotty　points　see　the　seventeenth　book　of　my　Fundamentals　of　Sexology　or　the　Love　Passion　which　Doctor　L。　B。　says　is　the　book　sensation　of　the　year。　Some；　to　example；　there　are　again　whose　movements　are　automatic。　Perceive。　That　is　his　appropriate　sun。　Nightbird　nightsun　nighttown。　Chase　me；　Charley！　Buzz！　
BLOOM　Bee　or　bluebottle　too　other　day　butting　shadow　on　wall　dazed　self　then　me　wandered　dazed　down　shirt　good　job　I。。。　
VIRAG　（His　face　impassive；　laughs　in　a　rich　feminine　key。）　Splendid！　Spanish　fly　in　his　fly　or　mustard　plaster　on　his　dibble。　（He　gobbles　gluttonously　with　turkey　wattles。）　Bubbly　jock！　Bubbly　jock！　Where　are　we？　Open　Sesame！　eth　forth！　（He　unrolls　his　parchment　rapidly　and　reads；　his　glowworm's　nose　running　backwards　over　the　letters　which　he　claws。）　Stay；　good　friend。　I　bring　thee　thy　answer　Redbank　oysters　will　shortly　be　upon　us。　I'm　the　best　o'cook。　Those　succulent　bivalves　may　help　us　and　the　truffles　of　Perigord；　tubers　dislodged　through　mister　omnivorous　porker；　were　unsurpassed　in　cases　of　nervous　debility　or　viragitis。　Though　they　stink　yet　they　sting。　（He　wags　head　with　cackling　raillery。）　Jocular。　With　my　eyeglass　in　my　ocular。　
BLOOM　（Absently。）　Ocularly　woman's　bivalve　case　is　worse。　Always　open　sesame。　The　cloven　sex。　Why　they　fear　vermin；　creeping　things。　Yet　Eve　and　the　serpent　contradict。　Not　a　historical　fact。　Obvious　analogy　to　my　idea。　Serpents　too　are　gluttons　for　woman's　milk。　Wind　their　way　through　miles　of　omnivorous　forest　to　sucksucculent　her　breast　dry。　Like　those　bubblyjocular　Roman　matrons　one　reads　of　in　Elephantuliasis。　
VIRAG　（His　mouth　projected　in　hard　wrinkles；　eyes　stonily　forlornly　closed；　psalms　in　outlandish　monotone。）　That　the　cows　with　their　those　distended　udders　that　they　have　been　the　known。。。　
BLOOM　I　am　going　to　scream。　I　beg　your　pardon。　Ah？　So。　（He　repeats。）　Spontaneously　to　seek　out　the　saurian's　lair　in　order　to　entrust　their　teats　to　his　avid　suction。　Ant　milks　aphis。　（Profoundly。）　Instinct　rules　the　world。　In　life。　In　death。　
VIRAG　（Head　askew；　arches　his　back　and　hunched　wing…　shoulders；　peers　at　the　moth　out　of　blear　bulged　eyes；　points　a　homing　claw　and　cries。）　Who's　Ger　Ger？　Who's　dear　Gerald？　O；　I　much　fear　he　shall　be　most　badly　burned。　Will　some　pleashe　pershon　not　now　impediment　so　catastrophics　mit　agitation　of　firstclass　tablenumpkin？　（He　mews。）　Luss　puss　puss　puss！　（He　sighs；　draws　back　and　stares　sideways　down　with　dropping　underjaw。）　Well；　well。　He　doth　rest　anon。　
I'm　a　tiny　tiny　thing
Ever　flying　in　the　spring　
Round　and　round　a　ringaring。　
Long　ago　I　was　a　king；　
Now　I　do　this　kind　of　thing　
On　the　wing；　on　the　wing！　
Bing！
（He　rushes　against　the　mauve　shade　flapping　noisily。）　Pretty　pretty　pretty　pretty　pretty　pretty　petticoats。　
（From　left　upper　entrance　with　two　sliding　steps　Henry　Flower　es　forward　to　left　front　centre。　He　wears　a　dark　mantle　and　drooping　plumed　sombrero。　He　carries　a　silverstringed　inlaid　dulcimer　and　a　longstemmed　bamboo　Jacobs　pipe；　its　clay　bowl　fashioned　as　a　female　head。　He　wears　dark　velvet　hose　and　silverbuckled　pumps。　He　has　the　romantic　Saviour's　face　with　flowing　locks；　thin　beard　and　moustache。　His　spindlelegs　and　sparrow　feet　are　those　of　the　tenor　Mario；　prince　of　Candia。　He　settles　down　his　goffered　ruffs　and　moistens　his　lips　with　a　passage　of　his　amorous　tongue。）　
HENRY　（In　a　low　dulcet　voice；　touching　the　strings　of　his　guitar。）　There　is　a　flower　that　bloometh。　
（Virag　truculent；　his　jowl　set；　stares　at　the　lamp。　Grave　Bloom　regards　Zoe's　neck。　Henry　gallant　turns　with　pendent　dewlap　to　the　piano。）　
STEPHEN　（To　himself。）　Play　with　your　eyes　shut。　Imitate　pa。　Filling　my　belly　with　husks　of　swine。　Too　much　of　this。　I　will　arise　and　go　to　my。　Expect　this　is　the。　Steve；　thou　art　in　a　parlous　way。　Must　visit　old　Deasy　or　telegraph。　Our　interview　of　this　morning　has　left　on　me　a　deep　impression。　Though　our　ages。　Will　write　fully　tomorrow。　I'm　partially　drunk；　by　the　way。　（He　touches　the　keys　again。）　Minor　chord　es　now。　Yes。　Not　much　however。　
（Almidano　Artifoni　holds　out　a　batonroll　of　music　with　vigorous　moustachework。）　
ARTIFONI　Ci　rifletta。　Lei　rovina　tutto。　
FLORRY　Sing　us　something。　Love's　old　sweet　song。　
STEPHEN　No　voice。　I　am　a　most　finished　artist。　Lynch；　did　I