尤利西斯-第120章

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ooraloom　tooraloom。　What；　eh；　do　you　follow　me？　
SECOND　WATCH　（Genially。）　Ah；　sure　we　were　too。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　（Winking。）　Boys　will　be　boys。　I've　a　car　round　there。　
SECOND　WATCH　All　right；　Mr　Kelleher。　Good　night。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　I'll　see　to　that。　
BLOOM　（Shakes　hands　with　both　of　the　watch　in　turn。）　Thank　you　very　much　gentlemen；　thank　you。　（He　mumbles　confidentially。）　We　don't　want　any　scandal；　you　understand。　Father　is　a　well　known；　highly　respected　citizen。　Just　a　little　wild　oats；　you　understand。　
FIRST　WATCH　O；　I　understand；　sir。　
SECOND　WATCH　That's　all　right；　Sir。　
FIRST　WATCH　It　was　only　in　case　of　corporal　injuries　I'd　have　had　to　report　it　at　the　station。　
BLOOM　（Nods　rapidly。）　Naturally。　Quite　right。　Only　your　bounden　duty。　
SECOND　WATCH　It's　our　duty。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　Good　night；　men。　
THE　WATCH　（Saluting　together。）　Night；　gentlemen。　（They　move　off　with　slow　heavy　tread。）　
BLOOM　（Blows。）　Providential　you　came　on　the　scene。　You　have　a　car？。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　（Laughs；　pointing　his　thumb　over　his　right　shoulder　to　the　car　brought　up　against　the　scaffolding。）　Two　mercials　that　were　standing　fizz　in　Jammet's。　Like　princes；　faith。　One　of　them　lost　two　quid　on　the　race。　Drowning　his　grief　and　were　on　for　a　go　with　the　jolly　girls。　So　I　landed　them　up　on　Behan's　car　and　down　to　nighttown。　
BLOOM　I　was　just　going　home　by　Gardiner　street　when　I　happened　to。。。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　（Laughs。）　Sure　they　wanted　me　to　join　in　with　the　mots。　No；　by　God；　says　I。　Not　for　old　stagers　like　myself　and　yourself。　（He　laughs　again　and　leers　with　lacklustre　eye。）　Thanks　be　to　God　we　have　it　in　the　house　what；　eh；　do　you　follow　me？　Hah！　hah！　hah！　
BLOOM　（Tries　to　laugh。）　He；　he；　he！　Yes。　Matter　of　fact　I　was　just　visiting　an　old　friend　of　mine　there；　Virag；　you　don't　know　him　（poor　fellow　he's　laid　up　for　the　past　week）　and　we　had　a　liquor　together　and　I　was　just　making　my　way　home。。。　
（The　horse　neighs。）　
THE　HORSE　Hohohohohohoh！　Hohohohome！　
CORNY　KELLEHER　Sure　it　was　Behan；　our　jarvey　there；　that　told　me　after　we　left　the　two　mercials　in　Mrs　Cohen's　and　I　told　him　to　pull　up　and　got　off　to　see。　（He　laughs。）　Sober　hearsedrivers　a　specialty。　Will　I　give　him　a　lift　home？　Where　does　he　hang　out？　Somewhere　in　Cabra；　what？　
BLOOM　No；　in　Sandycove；　I　believe；　from　what　he　let　drop。　
（Stephen；　prone；　breathes　to　the　stars。　Corny　Kelleher　asquint；　drawls　at　the　horse。　Bloom　in　gloom；　looms　down。）　
CORNY　KELLEHER　（Scratches　his　nape。）　Sandycove！　（He　bends　down　and　calls　to　Stephen。）　Eh！　（He　calls　again。）　Eh！　He's　covered　with　shavings　anyhow。　Take　care　they　didn't　lift　anything　off　him。　
BLOOM　No；　no；　no。　I　have　his　money　and　his　hat　here　and　stick。　
CORNY　KELLEHER　Ah　well；　he'll　get　over　it。　No　bones　broken。　Well；　I'll　shove　along。　（He　laughs。）　I've　a　rendezvous　in　the　morning。　Burying　the　dead。　Safe　home！　
THE　HORSE　（Neighs。）　Hohohohohome。　
BLOOM　Good　night。　I'll　just　wait　and　take　him　along　in　a　few。。。　
（Corny　Kelleher　returns　to　the　outside　car　and　mounts　it。　The　horse　harness　jingles。）　
CORNY　KELLEHER　（From　the　car；　standing。）　Night。　
BLOOM　Night。　
（The　jarvey　chucks　the　reins　and　raises　his　whip　encouragingly。　The　car　and　horse　back　slowly；　awkwardly　and　turn。　Corny　Kelleher　on　the　sideseat　sways　his　head　to　and　fro　in　sign　of　mirth　at　Blooms　plight。　The　jarvey　joins　in　the　mute　pantomimic　merriment　nodding　from　the　farther　seat。　Bloom　shakes　his　head　in　mute　mirthful　reply。　With　thumb　and　palm　Corny　Kelleher　reassures　that　the　two　bobbies　will　allow　the　sleep　to　continue　for　what　else　is　to　be　done。　With　a　slow　nod　Bloom　conveys　his　gratitude　as　that　is　exactly　what　Stephen　needs。　The　car　jingles　tooraloom　round　the　corner　of　the　tooraloom　lane。　Corny　Kelleher　again　reassuralooms　with　his　hand。　Bloom　with　his　hand　assuralooms　Corny　Kelleher　that　he　is　reassuraloomtay。　The　tinkling　hoofs　and　jingling　harness　grow　fainter　with　their　tooralooloolooloo　lay。　Bloom；　holding　in　his　hand　Stephens　hat　festooned　with　shavings　and　ashplant；　stands　irresolute。　Then　he　bends　to　him　and　shakes　him　by　the　shoulder。）　
BLOOM　Eh！　Ho！　（There　is　no　answer　he　bends　again。）　Mr　Dedalus！　（There　is　no　answer。）　The　name　if　you　call。　Somnambulist。　（He　bends　again　and；　hesitating；　brings　his　mouth　near　the　face　of　the　prostrate　form。）　Stephen！　（There　is　no　answer。　He　calls　again。）　Stephen！　
STEPHEN　（Groans。）　Who？　Black　panther　vampire。　（He　sighs　and　stretches　himself　then　murmurs　thickly　with　prolonged　vowels。）　Who。。。　drive。。。　Fergus　now。　And　pierce。。。　wood's　woven　shade？。。。　
（He　turns　on　his　left　side；　sighing；　doubling　himself　together。）　
BLOOM　Poetry。　Well　educated。　Pity。　（He　bends　again　and　undoes　the　buttons　of　Stephen's　waistcoat。）　To　breathe。　（He　brushes　the　wood　shavings　from　Stephen's　clothes　with　light　hands　and　fingers。）　One　pound　seven。　Not　hurt　anyhow。　（He　listens。）　What！　
（Murmurs。）　
。。。　shadows。。。　the　woods
。。。　white　breast。。。　dim。。。　
（He　stretches　out　his　arms；　sighs　again　and　curls　his　body。　Bloom　holding　his　hat　and　ashplant　stands　erect。　A　dog　barks　in　the　distance。　Bloom　tightens　and　loosens　his　grip　on　the　ashplant。　He　looks　down　on　Stephen's　face　and　form。）　
BLOOM　（munes　with　the　night。）　Face　reminds　me　of　his　poor　mother。　In　the　shady　wood。　The　deep　white　breast。　Ferguson；　I　think　I　caught。　A　girl。　Some　girl。　Best　thing　could　happen　him。。。　（He　murmurs。）。。。　swear　that　I　will　always　hail；　ever　conceal；　never　reveal；　any　part　or　parts；　art　or　arts。。。　（He　murmurs。）　in　the　rough　sands　of　the　sea。　a　cabletow's　length　from　the　shore。。。　where　the　tide　ebbs　。。。　and　flows。。。　
（Silent；　thoughtful；　alert；　he　stands　on　guard；　his　fingers　at　his　lips　in　the　attitude　of　secret　master。　Against　the　dark　wall　a　figure　appears　slowly；　a　fairy　boy　of　eleven；　a　changeling；　kidnapped；　dressed　in　an　Eton　suit　with　glass　shoes　and　a　little　bronze　helmet；　holding　a　book　in　his　hand。　He　reads　from　right　to　left　inaudibly；　smiling；　kissing　the　page。）　
BLOOM　（Wonderstruck；　calls　inaudibly。）　Rudy！　
RUDY　（Gazes　unseeing　into　Bloom's　eyes　and　goes　on　reading；　kissing；　smiling。　He　has　a　delicate　mauveface。　On　his　suit　he　has　diamond　and　ruby　buttons。　In　his　free　left　hand　he　holds　a　slim　ivory　cane　with　a　violet　howknot。　A　white　lambkin　peeps　out　of　his　waistcoat　pocket。）　
Eumaeus
PREPARATORY　TO　ANYTHING　ELSE　MR　BLOOM　BRUSHED　OFF　THE　GREATER　bulk　of　the　shavings　and　handed　Stephen　the　hat　and　ashplant　and　bucked　him　up　generally　in　orthodox　Samaritan　fashion；　which　he　very　badly　needed。　His　（Stephen's）　mind　was　not　exactly　what　you　would　call　wandering　but　a　bit　unsteady　and　on　his　expressed　desire　for　some　beverage　to　drink　Mr　Bloom；　in　view　of　the　hour　it　was　and　there　being　no　pumps　of　Vartry　water　available　for　their　ablutions；　let　alone　drinking　purposes；　hit　upon　an　expedient　by　suggesting；　off　the　reel；　the　propriety　of　the　cabman's　shelter；　as　it　was　called；　hardly　a　stonesthrow　away　near　Butt　Bridge；　where　they　might　hit　upon　some　drinkables　in　the　shape　of　a　milk　and　soda　or　a　mineral。　But　how　to　get　there　was　the　rub。　For　the　nonce　he　was　rather　nonplussed　but　inasmuch　as　the　duty　plainly　devolved　upon　him　to　take　some　measures　on　the　subject　he　pondered　suitable　ways　and　means　during　which　Stephen　repeatedly　yawned。　So　far　as　he　could　see　he　was　rather　pale　in　the　face　so　that　it　occurred　to　him　as　highly　advisable　to　get　a　conveyance　of　some　description　which　would　answer　in　their　then　condition；　both　of　them　being　e。　d。　ed；　particularly　Stephen；　always　assuming　that　there　was　such　a　thing　to　be　found。　Accordingly；　after　a　few　such　preliminaries；　as；　in　spite　of　his　having　forgotten　to　take　up　his　rather　soapsuddy　handkerchief　after　it　had　done　yeoman　service　in　the　shaving　line；　brushing；　they　both　walked　together　along　Beaver　street；　or；　more　properly；　lane；　as　far　as　the　farrier's　and　the　distinctly　fetid　atmosphere　of　the　livery　stables　at　the　corner　of　Montgomery　street　where　they　made　tracks　to　the　left　from　thence　debouching　into　Amiens　Street　round　by　the　corner　of　Dan　Bergin's。　But；　as　he　confidently　anticipated；　there　was　not　a　sign　of　a　Jehu　plying　for　hire　anywhere　to　be　seen　except　a　fourwheeler；　probably　engaged　by　some　fellows　inside　on　the　spree；　outside　the　North　Star　Hotel　and　there　was　no　symptom　of　its　budging　a　quarter　of　an　inch　when　Mr　Bloom；　who　was　anything　but　a　professional　whistler；　endeavoured　to　hail　it　by　emitting　a　kind　of　a　whistle；　holding　his　arms　arched　over　his　head；　twice。　
This　was　a　quandary　but；　bringing　monsense　to　bear　on　it；　evidently　there　was　nothing　for　it　but　put　a　good　face　on　the　matter　and　foot　it　which　they　accordingly　did。　So；　bevelling　around　by　Mullet's　and　the　Signal　House；　which　they　shortly　reached；　they　proceeded　perforce　in　the　direction　of　Amiens　street　railway　terminus；　Mr　Bloom　being　handicapped　by　the　circumstance　that　one　of　the　back　buttons　of　his　trousers　had；　to　vary　the　timehonoured　adage；　gone　the　way　of　all　buttons；　though；　entering　thoroughly　into　the　spirit　of　the　thing；　he　heroically　made　light　of　the　mischance。　So；　as　neither　of　them　were　particularly　pressed　for　time；　as　it　happened；　and　the　temperature　refreshing　since　it　cleared　up　after　the　recent　visitation　of　Jupiter　Pluvius；　they　dandered　along　past　by　where　the　empty　vehicle　was　waiting　without　a　fare　or　a　jarvey。　As　it　so　happened　a　Dublin　United　Tramways　pany's　sandstrewer　happening　to　be　returning　the　elder　man　recounted　to　his　panion　à　propos　of　the　incident　his　own　truly　miraculous　escape　of　some　little　while　back。　They　passed　the　main　entrance　of　the　Great　Northern　railway　station；　the　starting　point　for　Belfast；　where　of　course　all　traffic　was　suspended　at　that　late　hour；　and；　passing　the　back　door　of　the　morgue　（a　not　very　enticing　locality；　not　to　say　gruesome　to　a　degree；　more　especially　at　night）；　ultimately　gained　the　Dock　Tavern　and　in　due　course　turned　into　Store　street；　famous　for　its　C　division　police　station。　Between　this　point　and　the　high；　at　present　unlit；　warehouses　of　Beresford　Place　Stephen　thought　to　think　of　Ibsen；　associated　with　Baird's；　the　stonecutter's；　in　his　mind　somehow　in　Talbot　Place；　first　turning　on　the　right；　while　the　other；　who　was　acting　as　his　fidus　Achates；　inhaled　with　internal　satisfaction　the　smell　of　James　Rourke's　city　bakery；　situated　quite　close　to　where　they　were；　the　very　palatable　odour　indeed　of　our　daily　bread；　of　all　modities　of　the　public　the　primary　and　most　indispensable。　Bread；　the　staff　of　life；　earn　your　bread；　O　tell　me　where　is　fancy　bread？　At　Rourke's　the　baker's；　it　is　said。　
En　route；　to　his　taciturn；　and；　not　to　put　too　fine　a　point　on　it；　not　yet　perfectly　sober　panion；　Mr　Bloom；　who　at　all　events；　was　in　plete　possession　of　his　faculties；　never　more　so；　in　fact　disgustingly　sober；　spoke　a　word　of　caution　re　the　dangers　of　nighttown；　women　of　ill　fame　and　swell　mobsmen；　which；　barely　permissible　once　in　a　while；　though　not　as　a　habitual　practice；　was　of　the　nature　of　a　regular　deathtrap　for　young　fellows　of　his　age　particularly　if　they　had　acquired　drinking　habits　under　the　influence　of　liquor　unless　you　knew　a　little　juijitsu　for　every　contingency　as　even　a　fellow　on　the　broad　of　his　back　could　administer　a　nasty　kick　if　you　didn't　look　out。　Highly　providential　was　the　appearance　on　the　scene　of　Corny　Kelleher　when　Stephen　was　blissfully　unco