尤利西斯-第122章

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e　direction　of　a　bucket　dredger；　rejoicing　in　the　farfamed　name　of　Eblana；　moored　alongside　Customhouse　Quay　and　quite　possibly　Out　of　repair；　whereupon　he　observed　evasively：　
　Everybody　gets　their　own　ration　of　luck；　they　say。　Now　you　mention　it　his　face　was　familiar　to　me。　But　leaving　that　for　the　moment；　how　much　did　you　part　with；　he　queried；　if　I　am　not　too　inquisitive？　
　Half…a…crown；　Stephen　responded。　I　daresay　he　needs　it　to　sleep　somewhere。　
　Needs；　Mr　Bloom　ejaculated；　professing　not　the　least　surprise　at　the　intelligence；　I　can　quite　credit　the　assertion　and　I　guarantee　he　invariably　does。　Everyone　according　to　his　needs　and　everyone　according　to　his　deeds。　But　talking　about　things　in　general；　where；　added　he　with　a　smile；　will　you　sleep　yourself？　Walking　to　Sandycove　is　Out　of　the　question　and；　even　supposing　you　did；　you　won't　get　in　after　what　occurred　at　Westland　Row　station。　Simply　fag　out　there　for　nothing。　I　don't　mean　to　presume　to　dictate　to　you　in　the　slightest　degree　but　why　did　you　leave　your　father's　house？　
　To　seek　misfortune；　was　Stephen's　answer。　
　I　met　your　respected　father　on　a　recent　occasion；　Mr　Bloom　diplomatically　returned。　Today；　in　fact；　or；　to　be　strictly　accurate；　on　yesterday。　Where　does　he　live　at　present？　I　gathered　in　the　course　of　conversation　that　he　had　moved。　
　I　believe　he　is　in　Dublin　somewhere；　Stephen　answered　unconcernedly。　Why？　
　A　gifted　man；　Mr　Bloom　said　of　Mr　Dedalus　senior；　in　more　respects　than　one　and　a　born　raconteur　if　ever　there　was　one。　He　takes　great　pride；　quite　legitimately；　Out　of　you。　You　could　go　back；　perhaps；　he　hazarded；　still　thinking　of　the　very　unpleasant　scene　at　Westland　Row　terminus　when　it　was　perfectly　evident　that　the　other　two；　Mulligan；　that　is；　and　that　English　tourist　friend　of　his；　who　eventually　euchred　their　third　panion；　were　patently　trying；　as　if　the　whole　bally　station　belonged　to　them；　to　give　Stephen　the　slip　in　the　confusion。　
There　was　no　response　forthing　to　the　suggestion；　however；　such　as　it　was；　Stephen's　mind's　eye　being　too　busily　engaged　in　repicturing　his　family　hearth　the　last　time　he　saw　it；　with　his　sister；　Dilly；　sitting　by　the　ingle；　her　hair　hanging　down；　waiting　for　some　weak　Trinidad　shell　cocoa　that　was　in　the　sootcoated　kettle　to　be　done　so　that　she　and　he　could　drink　it　with　the　oatmeal　water　for　milk　after　the　Friday　herrings　they　had　eaten　at　two　a　penny；　with　an　egg　apiece　for　Maggy；　Boody　and　Katey；　the　cat　meanwhile　under　the　mangle　devouring　a　mess　of　eggshells　and　charred　fish　heads　and　bones　on　a　square　of　brown　paper　in　accordance　with　the　third　precept　of　the　church　to　fast　and　abstain　on　the　days　manded；　it　being　quarter　tense　or；　if　not；　ember　days　or　something　like　that。　
　No；　Mr　Bloom　repeated　again；　I　wouldn't　personally　repose　much　trust　in　that　boon　panion　of　yours　who　contributes　the　humorous　element；　Dr　Mulligan；　as　a　guide；　philosopher；　and　friend；　if　I　were　in　your　shoes。　He　knows　which　side　his　bread　is　buttered　on　though　in　all　probability　he　never　realised　what　it　is　to　be　without　regular　meals。　Of　course　you　didn't　notice　as　much　as　I　did　but　it　wouldn't　occasion　me　the　least　surprise　to　learn　that　a　pinch　of　tobacco　or　some　narcotic　was　put　in　your　drink　for　some　ulterior　object。　
He　understood；　however；　from　all　he　heard；　that　Dr　Mulligan　was　a　versatile　allround　man；　by　no　means　confined　to　medicine　only；　who　was　rapidly　ing　to　the　fore　in　his　line　and；　if　the　report　was　verified；　bade　fair　to　enjoy　a　flourishing　practice　in　the　not　too　distant　future　as　a　tony　medical　practitioner　drawing　a　handsome　fee　for　his　services　in　addition　to　which　professional　status　his　rescue　of　that　man　from　certain　drowning　by　artificial　respiration　and　what　they　call　first　aid　at　Skerries；　or　Malahide　was　it？　was；　he　was　bound　to　admit；　an　exceedingly　plucky　deed　which　he　could　not　too　highly　praise；　so　that　frankly　he　was　utterly　at　a　loss　to　fathom　what　earthly　reason　could　be　at　the　back　of　it　except　he　put　it　down　to　sheer　cussedness　or　jealousy；　pure　and　simple。　
　Except　it　simply　amounts　to　one　thing　and　he　is　what　they　call　picking　your　brains；　he　ventured　to　throw　out。　
The　guarded　glance　of　half　solicitude；　half　curiosity；　augmented　by　friendliness；　which　he　gave　at　Stephen's　at　present　morose　expression　of　features　did　not　throw　a　flood　of　light；　none　at　all　in　fact；　on　the　problem　as　to　whether　he　had　let　himself　be　badly　bamboozled；　to　judge　by　two　or　three　low　spirited　remarks　he　let　drop；　or；　the　other　way　about；　saw　through　the　affair；　and；　for　some　reason　or　other　best　known　to　himself；　allowed　matters　to　more　or　less。。。　Grinding　poverty　did　have　that　effect　and　he　more　than　conjectured　that；　high　educational　abilities　though　he　possessed；　he　experienced　no　little　difficulty　in　making　both　ends　meet。　
Adjacent　to　the　men's　public　urinal　he　perceived　an　icecream　car　round　which　a　group　of　presumably　Italians　in　heated　altercation　were　getting　rid　of　voluble　expressions　in　their　vivacious　language　in　a　particularly　animated　way；　there　being　some　little　differences　between　the　parties。　
　Putana　madonna；　che　ci　dia　i　quattrini！　Ho　ragione？　Culo　rotto！　
　Intendiamoci。　Mezzo　sovrano　più　
　Dice　lui；　pero。　
　Farabutto！　Mortacci　sui！　
Mr　Bloom　and　Stephen　entered　the　cabman's　shelter；　an　unpretentious　wooden　structure；　where；　prior　to　then；　he　had　rarely；　if　ever；　been　before；　the　former　having　previously　whispered　to　the　latter　a　few　hints　anent　the　keeper　of　it；　said　to　be　the　once　famous　Skin…the…Goat；　Fitzharris；　the　invincible；　though　he　wouldn't　vouch　for　the　actual　facts；　which　quite　possibly　there　was　not　one　vestige　of　truth　in。　A　few　moments　later　saw　our　two　noctambules　safely　seated　in　a　discreet　corner；　only　to　be　greeted　by　stares　from　the　decidedly　miscellaneous　collection　of　waifs　and　strays　and　other　nondescript　specimens　of　the　genus　homo；　already　there　engaged　in　eating　and　drinking；　diversified　by　conversation；　for　whom　they　seemingly　formed　an　object　of　marked　curiosity。　
　Now　touching　a　cup　of　coffee；　Mr　Bloom　ventured　to　plausibly　suggest　to　break　the　ice；　it　occurs　to　me　you　ought　to　sample　something　in　the　shape　of　solid　food；　say　a　roll　of　some　description。　
Accordingly　his　first　act　was　with　characteristic　sangfroid　to　order　these　modities　quietly。　The　hoi　polloi　of　jarvies　or　stevedores；　or　whatever　they　were；　after　a　cursory　examination；　turned　their　eyes；　apparently　dissatisfied；　away；　though　one　redbearded　bibulous　individual；　a　portion　of　whose　hair　was　greyish；　a　sailor；　probably；　still　stared　for　some　appreciable　time　before　transferring　his　rapt　attention　to　the　floor。　
Mr　Bloom；　availing　himself　of　the　right　of　free　speech；　he　having　just　a　bowing　acquaintance　with　the　language　in　dispute　though；　to　be　sure；　rather　in　a　quandary　over　voglio；　remarked　to　his　protégé　in　an　audible　tone　of　voice；　apropos　of　the　battle　royal　in　the　street　which　was　still　raging　fast　and　furious：　
　Beautiful　language。　I　mean　for　singing　purposes。　Why　do　you　not　write　your　poetry　in　that　language？　Bella　Poetria！　it　is　so　melodious　and　full。　Belladonna　voglio。　
Stephen；　who　was　trying　his　dead　best　to　yawn；　if　he　could；　suffering　from　dead　lassitude　generally；　replied：　
　To　fill　the　ear　of　a　cow　elephant。　They　were　haggling　over　money。　
　Is　that　so？　Mr　Bloom　asked。　Of　course；　he　subjoined　pensively；　at　the　inward　reflection　of　there　being　more　languages　to　start　with　than　were　absolutely　necessary；　it　may　be　only　the　southern　glamour　that　surrounds　it。　
The　keeper　of　the　shelter　in　the　middle　of　this　tête…à…tête　put　a　boiling　swimming　cup　of　a　choice　concoction　labelled　coffee　on　the　table　and　a　rather　antediluvian　specimen　of　a　bun；　or　so　it　seemed；　after　which　he　beat　a　retreat　to　his　counter。　Mr　Bloom　determining　to　have　a　good　square　look　at　him　later　on　so　as　not　to　appear　to。。。　for　which　reason　he　encouraged　Stephen　to　proceed　with　his　eyes　while　he　did　the　honours　by　surreptitiously　pushing　the　cup　of　what　was　temporarily　supposed　to　be　called　coffee　gradually　nearer　him。　
　Sounds　are　impostures；　Stephen　said　after　a　pause　of　some　little　time。　Like　names；　Cicero；　Podmore；　Napoleon；　Mr　Goodbody；　Jesus；　Mr　Doyle。　Shakespeares　were　as　mon　as　Murphies。　What's　in　a　name？　
　Yes；　to　be　sure；　Mr　Bloom　unaffectedly　concurred。　Of　course。　Our　name　was　changed　too；　he　added；　pushing　the　socalled　roll　across。　
The　redbearded　sailor；　who　had　his　weather　eye　on　the　newers；　boarded　Stephen；　whom　he　had　singled　out　for　attention　in　particular；　squarely　by　asking：　
　And　what　might　your　name　be？　
Just　in　the　nick　of　time　Mr　Bloom　touched　his　panion's　boot　but　Stephen；　apparently　disregarding　the　warm　pressure；　from　an　unexpected　quarter；　answered：　
　Dedalus。　
The　sailor　stared　at　him　heavily　from　a　pair　of　drowsy　baggy　eyes；　rather　bunged　up　from　excessive　use　of　boose；　preferably　good　old　Hollands　and　water。　
　You　know　Simon　Dedalus？　he　asked　at　length。　
　I've　heard　of　him；　Stephen　said。　
Mr　Bloom　was　all　at　sea　for　a　moment；　seeing　the　others　evidently　eavesdropping　too。　
　He's　Irish；　the　seaman　bold　affirmed；　staring　still　in　much　the　same　way　and　nodding。　All　Irish。　
　All　too　Irish；　Stephen　rejoined。　
As　for　Mr　Bloom　he　could　neither　make　head　or　tail　of　the　whole　business　and　he　was　just　asking　himself　what　possible　connection　when　the　sailor；　of　his　own　accord；　turned　to　the　other　Occupants　of　the　shelter　with　the　remark：　I　seen　him　shoot　two　eggs　off　two　bottles　at　fifty　yards　over　his　shoulder。　The　left　hand　dead　shot。　
Though　he　was　slightly　hampered　by　an　occasional　stammer　and　his　gestures　being　also　clumsy　as　it　was　still　he　did　his　best　to　explain。　
　Bottle　Out　there；　say。　Fifty　yards　measured。　Eggs　on　the　bottles。　Cocks　his　gun　over　his　shoulder。　Aims。　
He　turned　his　body　half　round；　shut　up　his　right　eye　pletely；　then　he　screwed　his　features　up　some　way　sideways　and　glared　out　into　the　night　with　an　unprepossessing　cast　of　countenance。　
　Pom；　he　then　shouted　once。　
The　entire　audience　waited；　anticipating　an　additional　detonation；　there　being　still　a　further　egg。　
　Pom；　he　shouted　twice。　
Egg　two　evidently　demolished；　he　nodded　and　winked；　adding　bloodthirstily：　
Buffalo　Bill　shoots　to　kill；
Never　missed　nor　he　never　will。
A　silence　ensued　till　Mr　Bloom　for　agreeableness'　sake　just　felt　like　asking　him　whether　it　was　for　a　marksmanship　petition　like　the　Bisley。　
　Beg　pardon；　the　sailor　said。　
　Long　ago？　Mr　Bloom　pursued　without　flinching　a　hairsbreadth。　
　Why；　the　sailor　replied；　relaxing　to　a　certain　extent　under　the　magic　influence　of　diamond　cut　diamond；　it　might　be　a　matter　of　ten　years。　He　toured　the　wide　world　with　Hengler's　Royal　Circus。　I　seen　him　do　that　in　Stockholm。　
　Curious　coincidence；　Mr　Bloom　confided　to　Stephen　unobtrusively。　
　Murphy's　my　name；　the　sailor　continued；　W。　B。　Murphy；　of　Carrigaloe。　Know　where　that　is？　
　Queenstown　Harbour；　Stephen　replied。　
　That's　right；　the　sailor　said。　Fort　Camden　and　Fort　Carlisle。　That's　where　I　hails　from。　My　little　woman's　down　there。　She's　waiting　for　me；　I　know。　For　England；　home　and　beauty。　She's　my　own　true　wife　I　haven't　seen　for　seven　years　now；　sailing　about。　
Mr　Bloom　could　easily　picture　his　advent　on　this　scene　…　the　homeing　to　the　mariner's　roadside　shieling　after　having　d