尤利西斯-第118章

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ZOE　（In　the　doorway。）　There's　a　row　on。
BLOOM　What？　Where？　（He　throws　a　shilling　on　the　table　and　shouts。）　That's　for　the　chimney。　Where？　I　need　mountain　air。　（He　hurries　out　through　the　hall。　The　whores　point。　Florry　follows；　spilling　water　from　her　tilted　tumbler。　On　the　doorstep　all　the　whores　clustered　talk　volubly；　pointing　to　the　right　where　the　fog　has　cleared　off　From　the　left　arrives　a　jingling　hackney　car。　It　slows　to　in　front　of　the　house。　Bloom　at　the　halldoor　perceives　Corny　Kelleher　who　is　about　to　dismount　from　the　car　with　two　silent　lechers。　He　averts　his　face。　Bella　from　within　the　hall　uses　on　her　whores。　They　blow　ickylickysticky　yumyum　kisses。　Corny　Kelleher　replies　with　a　ghostly　lewd　smile。　The　silent　lechers　turn　to　pay　the　jarvey。　Zoe　and　Kitty　still　point　right。　Bloom；　parting　them　swiftly；　draws　his　caliph's　hood　and　poncho　and　hurries　down　the　steps　with　sideways　face。　Incog　Haroun　al　Baschid；　he　flits　behind　the　silent　lechers　and　hastens　on　by　the　railings　with　fleet　step　of　a　pard　strewing　the　drag　behind　him；　torn　envelopes　drenched　in　aniseed。　The　ashplant　marks　his　stride。　A　pack　of　bloodhounds；　led　by　Hornblower　of　Trinity　brandishing　a　dogwhip　in　tallyho　cap　and　an　old　pair　of　grey　trousers；　follows　from　far；　picking　up　the　scent；　nearer；　baying；　panting；　at　fault；　breaking　away；　throwing　their　tongues；　biting　his　heels；　leaping　at　his　tail。　He　walks；　runs；　zigzags；　gallops；　lugs　laid　back。　He　is　pelted　with　gravel；　cabbagestumps；　biscuitboxes；　eggs；　potatoes；　dead　codfish；　womans　slipperslappers。　After　him；　freshfound；　the　hue　and　cry　zigzag　gallops　in　hot　pursuit　of　follow　my　leader：　65　C　66　C　night　watch；　John　Henry　Menton；　Wisdom　Hely；　V。B。　Dillon；　Councillor　Nannetti；　Alexander　Keyes；　Larry　O'Rourke；　Joe　Cuffe；　Mrs　O'Dowd　Pisser　Burke；　The　Nameless　One；　Mrs　Riordan；　The　Citizen；　Garryowen；　Whatdoyoucallhim；　Strangeface；　Fellowthatslike；　Sawhimbefore；　Chapwith；　Chris　Callinan；　sir　Charles　Cameron；　Benjamin　Dollard；　Lenehan；　Bartell　d'Arcy；　Joe　Hynes；　red　Murray；　editor　Brayden；　T。M。　Healy；　Mr　Justice　Fitzgibbon；　John　Howard　Parnell；　the　reverend　Tinned　Salmon；　Professor　Joly；　Mrs　Breen；　Denis　Breen；　Theodore　Purefoy；　Mina　Purefoy；　the　Westland　Row　postmistress；　C。P。　M'Coy；　friend　of　Lyons；　Hoppy　Holohan；　man　in　the　street；　other　man　in　the　street；　Footballboots；　pugnosed　driver　rich　protestant　lady；　Davy　Byrne；　Mrs　Ellen　M'Guinness；　Mrs　Joe　Gallaher　George　Lidwell；　Jimmy　Henry　on　corns；　Superintendent　Laracy；　Father　Cowley；　Crofton　out　of　the　Collector　Generals；　Dan　Dawson；　dental　surgeon　Bloom　with　tweezers；　Mrs　Bob　Doran；　Mrs　Kennefick；　Mrs　Wyse　Nolan；　John　Wyse　Nolan；　handsomemamedwomanrubbed　againstwidebehindinClonskeatram；　the　bookseller　of　Sweets　of　Sin；　Miss　Dubedatandshedidbedad；　Mesdames　Gerald　and　Stanislaus　Moran　of　Roebuck；　the　managing　clerk　of　Drimmies　colonel　Hayes；　Mastiansky；　Citron；　Penrose；　Aaron　Figatner；　Moses　Herzog；　Michael　E。　Geraghty；　Inspector　Troy；　Mrs　Galbraith；　the　constable　off　Eccles　Street　corner　old　doctor　Brady　with　stethoscope；　the　mystery　man　on　the　beach；　a　retriever　Mrs　Miriam　Dandrade　and　all　her　lovers。
THE　HUE　AND　CRY　（Helterskelterelterwelter）　He's　Bloom！　Stop　Bloom！　Stopabloom！　Stopperrobber！　Hi！　Hi！　Stop　him　on　the　corner！
（At　the　corner　of　Beaver　Street　beneath　the　scaffolding　Bloom　panting　stops　on　the　fringe　of　the　noisy　quarrelling　knot；　a　lot　not　knowing　a　jot　what　hi！　hi！　row　and　wrangle　round　the　whowhat　brawlaltogether。）
STEPHEN　（With　elaborate　gestures；　breathing　deeply　and　slowly。）　You　are　my　guests。　The　uninvited。　By　virtue　of　the　fifth　of　George　and　seventh　of　Edward。　History　to　blame。　Fabled　by　mothers　of　memory。
PRIVATE　CARR　（To　Cissy　Caffrey。）　Was　he　insulting　you？
STEPHEN　Addressed　her　in　vocative　feminine。　Probably　neuter。　Ungenitive。　
VOICES　No；　he　didn't。　The　girl's　telling　lies。　He　was　in　Mrs　Cohen's。　What's　up？　Soldiers　and　civilians。
CISSY　CAFFREY　I　was　in　pany　with　the　soldiers　and　they　left　me　to　do　…　you　know　and　the　young　man　ran　up　behind　me。　But　I'm　faithful　to　the　man　that's　treating　me　though　I'm　only　a　shilling　whore。
STEPHEN　（Catches　sight　of　Kitty's　and　Lynch's　heads。）　Hail；　Sisyphus。　（He　points　to　himself　and　the　others。）　Poetic。　Neopoetic。
VOICES　She's　faithfultheman。
CISSY　CAFFREY　Yes；　to　go　with　him。　And　me　with　a　soldier　friend。
PRIVATE　PTON　He　doesn't　half　want　a　thick　ear；　the　blighter。　Biff　him　one；　Harry。
PRIVATE　CARR　（To　Cissy。）　Was　he　insulting　you　while　me　and　him　was　having　a　piss？
LORD　TENNYSON　（In　Union　Jack　blazer　and　cricket　flannels；　bareheaded；　flowingbearded。）　Their's　not　to　reason　why。
PRIVATE　PTON　Biff　him；　Harry。
STEPHEN　（To　Private　pton。　）　I　don't　know　your　name　but　you　are　quite　right。　Doctor　Swift　says　one　man　in　armour　will　beat　ten　men　in　their　shirts。　Shirt　is　synechdoche。　Part　for　the　whole。
CISSY　CAFFREY　（To　the　crowd。）　No；　I　was　with　the　private。
STEPHEN　（Amiably。）　Why　not？　The　bold　soldier　boy。　In　my　opinion　every　lady　for　example。。。　
PRIVATE　CARR　（His　cap　awry；　advancing　to　Stephen。）　Say；　how　would　it　be；　governor；　if　I　was　to　bash　in　your　jaw？
STEPHEN　（Looks　up　in　the　sky。）　How？　Very　unpleasant。　Noble　art　of　self…pretence。　Personally；　I　detest　action。　（He　waves　his　hand）　Hand　hurts　me　slightly。　Enfin；　ce　sont　vos　oignons。　
（To　Cissy　Caffrey。）　Some　trouble　is　on　here。　What　is　it；　precisely？
DOLLY　GRAY　（From　her　balcony　waves　her　handkerchief　giving　the　sign　of　the　heroine　of　Jericho。）　Rahab。　Cook's　son；　goodbye。　Safe　home　to　Dolly。　Dream　of　the　girl　you　left　behind　and　she　will　dream　of　you。
（The　soldiers　turn　their　swimming　eyes。）
BLOOM　（Elbowing　through　the　crowd　plucks　Stephen's　sleeve　vigorously。）　e　now；　professor；　that　carman　is　waiting。
STEPHEN　（Turns。）　Eh？　（He　disengages　himself）　Why　should　I　not　speak　to　him　or　to　any　human　being　who　walks　upright　upon　this　oblate　orange？　（He　points　his　finger。）　I'm　not　afraid　of　what　I　can　talk　to　if　I　see　his　eye。　Retaining　the　perpendicular。
（He　staggers　a　pace　back。）
BLOOM　（Propping　him。）　Retain　your　own。
STEPHEN　（Laughs　emptily。）　My　centre　of　gravity　is　displaced。　I　have　forgotten　the　trick。　Let　us　sit　down　somewhere　and　discuss。　Struggle　for　life　is　the　law　of　existence　but　modern　philirenists；　notably　the　tsar　and　the　king　of　England；　have　invented　arbitration。　（He　taps　his　brow。）　But　in　here　it　is　I　must　kill　the　priest　and　the　king。
BIDDY　THE　CLAP　Did　you　hear　what　the　professor　said？　He's　a　professor　out　of　the　college。
CUNTY　KATE　I　did。　I　heard　that。
BIDDY　THE　CLAP　He　expresses　himself　with　much　marked　refinement　of　phraseology。
CUNTY　KATE　Indeed；　yes。　And　at　the　same　time　with　such　apposite　trenchancy。
PRIVATE　CARR　（Pulls　himself　free　and　es　forward。）　What's　that　you're　saying　about　my　king？
（Edward　the　Seventh　appears　in　an　archway。　He　wears　a　white　jersey　on　which　an　image　of　the　Sacred　Heart　is　stitched；　with　the　insignia　of　Garter　and　Thistle；　Golden　Fleece；　Elephant　of　Denmark；　Skinners'　and　Probyns'　horse；　Lincoln's　Inn　bencher　and　ancient　and　honourable　artillery　pany　of　Massachusetts。　He　sucks　a　red　jujube。　He　is　robed　as　a　grand　elect　perfect　and　sublime　mason　with　trowel　and　apron；　marked　made　in　Germany。　In　his　left　hand　he　holds　a　plasterers　bucket　on　which　is　printed：　Défense　d'uriner。　A　roar　of　wele　greets　him。）
EDWARD　THE　SEVENTH　（Slowly；　solemnly　but　indistinctly。）　Peace；　perfect　peace。　For　identification　bucket　in　my　hand。　Cheerio；　boys。　（He　turns　to　his　subjects。）　We　have　e　here　to　witness　a　clean　straight　fight　and　we　heartily　wish　both　men　the　best　of　good　luck。　Mahak　makar　a　back。
（He　shakes　hands　with　Private　Carr；　Private　pton；　Stephen；　Bloom　and　Lynch。　General　applause。　Edward　the　Seventh　lifts　the　bucket　graciously　in　acknowledgement。）
PRIVATE　CARR　（To　Stephen。）　Say　it　again。
STEPHEN　（Nervous；　friendly；　pulls　himself　up。）　I　understand　your　point　of　view；　though　I　have　no　king　myself　for　the　moment。　This　is　the　age　of　patent　medicine。　A　discussion　is　difficult　down　here。　But　this　is　the　point。　You　die　for　your　country；　suppose。　（He　places　his　arm　on　Private　Carr's　sleeve。）　Not　that　I　wish　it　for　you。　But　I　say：　Let　my　country　die　for　me。　Up　to　the　present　it　has　done　so。　I　don't　want　it　to　die。　Damn　death。　Long　live　life！
EDWARD　THE　SEVENTH　（Levitates　over　heaps　of　slain　in　the　garb　and　with　the　halo　of　Joking　Jesus；　a　white　jujube　in　his　phosphorescent　face。）　
My　methods　are　new　and　are　causing　surprise。　
To　make　the　blind　see　I　throw　dust　in　their　eyes。
STEPHEN　Kings　and　unicorns！　（He　falls　back　a　pace。）　e　somewhere　and　we'll。。。　What　was　that　girl　saying？。。。　
PRIVATE　PTON　Eh；　Harry；　give　him　a　kick　in　the　knackers。　Stick　one　into　Jerry。　
BLOOM　（To　the　privates；　softly。）　He　doesn't　know　what　he's　saying。　Taking　a　little　more　than　is　good　for　him。　Absinthe；　the　greeneyed　monster。　I　know　him。　He's　a　gentleman；　a　poet。　It's　all　right。　
STEPHEN　（Nods；　smiling　and　laughing。）　Gentleman；　patriot；　scholar　and　judge　of　impostors。　
PRIVATE　CARR　I　don't　give　a　bugger　who　he　is。　PRIVATE　PTON　We　don't　give　a　bugger　who　he　is。　
STEPHEN　I　seem　to　annoy　them。　Green　rag　to　a　bull。　
（Kevin　Egan　of　Paris　in　black　Spanish　tasselled　shirt　and　peep…o'…day　boys　hat　signs　to　Stephen。）　
KEVIN　EGAN　H'lo。　Bonjour！　The　vieille　ogresse　with　the　dents　jaunes。　
（Patrice　Egan　peeps　from　behind；　his　rabbit　face　nibbling　a　quince　leaf。）　
PATRICE　Socialiste！　
DON　EMILE　PATRIZIO　FRANZ　RUPERT　POPE　HENNESSY　（In　medieval　hauberk；　two　wild　geese　volant　on　his　helm；　with　noble　indignation　points　a　mailed　hand　against　the　privates。）　Were　those　eykes　to　footboden；　big　grand　porcos　of　johnyellows　todos　covered　of　gravy！　
BLOOM　（To　Stephen。）　e　home。　You'll　get　into　trouble。　
STEPHEN　（Swaying。）　I　don't　avoid　it。　He　provokes　my　intelligence。　
BIDDY　THE　CLAP　One　immediately　observes　that　he　is　of　patrician　lineage。　
THE　VIRAGO　Green　above　the　red；　says　he。　Wolfe　Tone。　
THE　BAWD　The　red's　as　good　as　the　green；　and　better。　Up　the　soldiers！　Up　King　Edward！　
A　ROUGH　（Laughs。）　Ay！　Hands　up　to　De　Wet。　
THE　CITIZEN　（With　a　huge　emerald　muffler　and　shillelagh；　calls。）　
May　the　God　above
Send　down　a　cove　
With　teeth　as　sharp　as　razors　
To　slit　the　throat　
Of　the　English　dogs　
That　hanged　our　Irish　leaders。
THE　CROPPY　BOY　（The　rope　noose　round　his　neck；　gripes　in　his　issuing　bowels　with　both　hands。）　
I　bear　no　hate　to　a　living　thing；　
But　love　my　country　beyond　the　king。
RUMBOLD；　DEMON　BARBER　（Acpanied　by　two　blackmasked　assistants；　advances　with　a　gladstone　bag　which　he　opens。）　Ladies　and　gents；　cleaver　purchased　by　Mrs　Pearcy　to　slay　Mogg。　Knife　with　which　Voisin　dismembered　the　wife　of　a　patriot　and　hid　remains　in　a　sheet　in　the　cellar；　the　unfortunate　female's　throat　being　cut　from　ear　to　ear。　Phial　containing　arsenic　retrieved　from　the　body　of　Miss　Barrow　which　sent　Seddon　to　the　gallows。　
（He　jerks　the　rope；　the　assistants　leap　at　the　victims　legs　and　drag　him　downward；　grunting：　the　croppy　boys　tongue　protrudes　violently。）　
THE　CROPPY　BOY　Horhot　ho　hray　ho　rhother's　hest。　
（He　gives　up　the　ghost。　A　violent　erection　of　the　hanged　sends　gouts　of　sperm　spouting　through　his　death　clothes　on　to　the　cobblestones。　Mrs　Bellingham；　Mrs　Yelverton　Barry　and　the　Honourable　Mrs　Mervyn　Talboys　rush　forward　with　their　handkerchiefs　to　sop　it　up。）　
RUMBOLD　I'm　near　it　myself。　（He　undoes　the　noose。）　Rope　which　hang