尤利西斯-第47章

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Bald　Pat；　bothered　waiter；　waited　for　drink　orders；　Power　for　Richie。　And　Bloom？　Let　me　see。　Not　make　him　walk　twice。　His　corns。　Four　now。　How　warm　this　black　is。　Course　nerves　a　bit。　Refracts　（is　it？）　heat。　Let　me　see。　Cider。　Yes；　bottle　of　cider。　
　What's　that？　Mr　Dedalus　said。　I　was　only　vamping；　man。　
　e　on；　e　on；　Ben　Dollar　called。　Begone；　dull　care。　e；　Bob。　
He　ambled　Dollard；　bulky　slops；　before　them　（hold　that　fellow　with　the：　hold　him　now）　into　the　saloon。　He　plumped　him　Dollard　on　the　stool。　His　gouty　paws　plumped　chords。　Plumped　stopped　abrupt。　
Bald　Pat　in　the　doorway　met　tealess　gold　returning。　Bothered　he　wanted　Power　and　cider。　Bronze　by　the　window　watched；　bronze　from　afar。　
Jingle　a　tinkle　jaunted。　
Bloom　heard　a　jing；　a　little　sound。　He's　off。　Light　sob　of　breath　Bloom　sighed　on　the　silent　bluehued　flowers。　Jingling。　He's　gone。　Jingle。　Hear。　
　Love　and　war；　Ben；　Mr　Dedalus　said。　God　be　with　old　times。　
Miss　Douce's　brave　eyes；　unregarded；　turned　from　the　crossblind；　smitten　by　sunlight。　Gone。　Pensive　（who　knows？）；　smitten　（the　smiting　light）；　she　lowered　the　dropblind　with　a　sliding　cord。　She　drew　down　pensive　（why　did　he　go　so　quick　when　I？）　about　her　bronze　over　the　bar　where　bald　stood　by　sister　gold；　inexquisite　contrast；　contrast　inexquisite　nonexquisite；　slow　cool　dim　seagreen　sliding　depth　of　shadow；　eau　de　Nil。　
　Poor　old　Goodwin　was　the　pianist　that　night；　Father　Cowley　reminded　them。　There　was　a　slight　difference　of　opinion　between　himself　and　the　Collard　grand。　
There　was。　
　A　symposium　all　his　own；　Mr　Dedalus　said。　The　devil　wouldn't　stop　him。　He　was　a　crotchety　old　fellow　in　the　primary　stage　of　drink。　
　God；　do　you　remember？　Ben　bulky　Dollard　said；　turning　from　the　punished　keyboard。　And　by　Japers　I　had　no　wedding　garment。　
They　laughed　all　three。　He　had　no　wed。　All　trio　laughed。　No　wedding　garment。　
　Our　friend　Bloom　turned　in　handy　that　night；　Mr　Dedalus　said。　Where's　my　pipe　by　the　way？　
He　wandered　back　to　the　bar　to　the　lost　chord　pipe。　Bald　Pat　carried　two　diners'　drinks；　Richie　and　Poldy。　And　Father　Cowley　laughed　again。　
　I　saved　the　situation；　Ben；　I　think。　
　You　did；　averred　Ben　Dollard。　I　remember　those　tight　trousers　too。　That　was　a　brilliant　idea；　Bob。　
Father　Cowley　blushed　to　his　brilliant　purply　lobes。　He　saved　the　situa。　Tight　trou。　Brilliant　ide。　
　I　knew　he　was　on　the　rocks；　he　said。　The　wife　was　playing　the　piano　in　the　coffee　palace　on　Saturdays　for　a　very　trifling　consideration　and　who　was　it　gave　me　the　wheeze　she　was　doing　the　other　business？　Do　you　remember？　We　had　to　search　all　Holles　street　to　find　them　till　the　chap　in　Keogh's　gave　us　the　number。　Remember？　
Ben　remembered；　his　broad　visage　wondering。　
　By　God　she　had　some　luxurious　opera　cloaks　and　things　there。　
Mr　Dedalus　wandered　back；　pipe　in　hand。　
　Merrion　square　style。　Balldresses；　by　God；　and　court　dresses。　He　wouldn't　take　any　money　either。　What？　Any　God's　quantity　of　cocked　hats　and　boleros　and　trunkhose。　What？　
　Ay；　ay；　Mr　Dedalus　nodded。　Mrs　Marion　Bloom　has　left　off　clothes　of　all　descriptions。　
Jingle　haunted　down　the　quays。　Blazes　sprawled　on　bounding　tyres。　
Liver　and　bacon。　Steak　and　kidney　pie。　Right；　sir。　Right；　Pat。　
Mrs　Marion　met　him　pike　hoses。　Smell　of　burn　of　Paul　de　Kock。　Nice　name　he。　
　What's　this　her　name　was？　A　buxom　lassy。　Marion。　
　Tweedy。　
　Yes。　Is　she　alive？　
　And　kicking。　
　She　was　a　daughter　of。。。　
　Daughter　of　the　regiment。　
　Yes；　begad。　I　remember　the　old　drummajor。　
Mr　Dedalus　struck；　whizzed；　lit；　puffed　savoury　puff　after。　
　Irish？　I　don't　know；　faith。　Is　she；　Simon？　
Puff　after　stiff；　a　puff；　strong；　savoury；　crackling。　
　Buccinator　muscle　is。。。　What？。。。　Bit　rusty。。。　O；　she　is。。。　My　Irish　Molly；　O。　
He　puffed　a　pungent　plumy　blast。　
　From　the　rock　of　Gibraltar。。。　all　the　way。　
They　pined　in　depth　of　ocean　shadow；　gold　by　the　beerpull；　bronze　by　maraschino；　thoughtful　all　two；　Mina　Kennedy；　4　Lismore　terrace；　Drumcondra　with　Idolores；　a　queen；　Dolores；　silent。　
Pat　served　uncovered　dishes。　Leopold　cut　liverslices。　As　said　before　he　ate　with　relish　the　inner　organs；　nutty　gizzards；　fried　cods'　roes　while　Richie　Goulding；　Collis；　Ward　ate　steak　and　kidney；　steak　then　kidney；　bite　by　bite　of　pie　he　ate　Bloom　ate　they　ate。　
Bloom　with　Goulding；　married　in　silence；　ate。　Dinners　fit　for　princes。　
By　Bachelor's　walk　jogjaunty　jingled　Blazes　Boylan；　bachelor；　in　sun；　in　heat；　mare's　glossy　rump　atrot；　with　flick　of　whip；　on　bounding　tyres：　sprawled；　warmseated；　Boylan　impatience；　ardentbold。　Horn。　Have　you　the？　Horn。　Have　you　the？　Haw　haw　horn。　
Over　their　voices　Dollard　bassooned　attack；　booming　over　bombarding　chords：　
　When　love　absorbs　my　ardent　soul。。。　
Roll　of　Bensoulbenjamin　rolled　to　the　quivery　loveshivery　roof…panes。　
　War！　War！　cried　Father　Cowley。　You're　the　warrior。　
　So　I　am；　Ben　Warrior　laughed。　I　was　thinking　of　your　landlord。　Love　or　money。　
He　stopped。　He　wagged　huge　beard；　huge　face　over　his　blunder　huge。　
　Sure；　you'd　burst　the　tympanum　of　her　ear；　man；　Mr　Dedalus　said　through　smoke　aroma；　with　an　organ　like　yours。　
In　bearded　abundant　laughter　Dollard　shook　upon　the　keyboard。　He　would。　
　Not　to　mention　another　membrane；　Father　Cowley　added。　Half　time；　Ben。　Amoroso　ma　non　troppo。　Let　me　there。　
Miss　Kennedy　served　two　gentlemen　with　tankards　of　cool　stout。　She　passed　a　remark。　It　was　indeed；　first　gentleman　said；　beautiful　weather。　They　drank　cool　stout。　Did　she　know　where　the　lord　lieutenant　was　going？　And　heard　steelhoofs　ringhoof　ring。　No；　she　couldn't　say。　But　it　would　be　in　the　paper。　O；　she　needn't　trouble。　No　trouble。　She　waved　about　her　outspread　Independent；　searching；　the　lord　lieutenant；　her　pinnacles　of　hair　slowmoving；　lord　lieuten。　Too　much　trouble；　first　gentleman　said。　O；　not　in　the　least。　Way　he　looked　that。　Lord　lieutenant。　Gold　by　bronze　heard　iron　steel。　
　。。。　my　ardent　soul　
I　care　not　foror　the　morrow。　
In　liver　gravy　Bloom　mashed　mashed　potatoes。　Love　and　war　someone　is。　Ben　Dollard's　famous。　Night　he　ran　round　to　us　to　borrow　a　dress　suit　for　that　concert。　Trousers　tight　as　a　drum　on　him。　Musical　porkers。　Molly　did　laugh　when　he　went　out。　Threw　herself　back　across　the　bed；　screaming；　kicking。　With　all　his　belongings　on　show。　O；　saints　above；　I'm　drenched！　O；　the　women　in　the　front　row！　O；　I　never　laughed　so　many！　Well；　of　course；　that's　what　gives　him　the　base　barreltone。　For　instance　eunuchs。　Wonder　who's　playing。　Nice　touch。　Must　be　Cowley。　Musical。　Knows　whatever　note　you　play。　Bad　breath　he　has；　poor　chap。　Stopped。　
Miss　Douce；　engaging；　Lydia　Douce；　bowed　to　suave　solicitor；　George　Lidwell；　gentleman；　entering。　Good　afternoon。　She　gave　her　moist；　a　lady's；　hand　to　his　firm　clasp。　Afternoon。　Yes；　she　was　back。　To　the　old　dingdong　again。　
　Your　friends　are　inside；　Mr　Lidwell。　
George　Lidwell；　suave；　solicited；　held　a　lydiahand。　
Bloom　ate　liv　as　said　before。　Clean　here　at　least。　That　chap　in　the　Burton；　gummy　with　gristle。　No…one　here：　Goulding　and　I。　Clean　tables；　flowers；　mitres　of　napkins。　Pat　to　and　fro；　bald　Pat。　Nothing　to　do。　Best　value　in　Dub。　
Piano　again。　Cowley　it　is。　Way　he　sits　in　to　it；　like　one　together；　mutual　understanding。　Tiresome　shapers　scraping　fiddles；　eye　on　the　bowend；　sawing　the　'cello；　remind　you　of　toothache。　Her　high　long　snore。　Night　we　were　in　the　box。　Trombone　under　blowing　like　a　grampus；　between　the　acts；　other　brass　chap　unscrewing；　emptying　spittle。　Conductor's　legs　too；　bagstrousers；　jiggedy　jiggedy。　Do　right　to　hide　them。　
Jiggedy　jingle　jaunty　jaunty。　
Only　the　harp。　Lovely　gold　glowering　light。　Girl　touched　it。　Poop　of　a　lovely。　Gravy's　rather　good　fit　for　a。　Golden　ship。　Erin。　The　harp　that　once　or　twice。　Cool　hands。　Ben　Howth；　the　rhododendrons。　We　are　their　harps。　I。　He。　Old。　Young。　
　Ah；　I　couldn't；　man；　Mr　Dedalus　said；　shy；　listless。　
Strongly。　
　Go　on；　blast　you；　Ben　Dollard　growled。　Get　it　out　in　bits　
　M'appari；　Simon；　Father　Cowley　said。　
Down　stage　he　strode　some　paces；　grave；　tall　in　affliction；　his　long　arms　outheld。　Hoarsely　the　apple　of　his　throat　hoarsed　softly。　Softly　he　sang　to　a　dusty　seascape　there：　A　　Farewell。　A　headland；　a　ship；　a　sail　upon　the　billows。　Farewell。　A　lovely　girl；　her　veil　awave　upon　the　wind　upon　the　headland；　wind　around　her。　
Cowley　sang：　
　M'appari　tutt　amor；　
Il　mio　sguardo　l'incontr。。。　
She　waved；　unhearing　Cowley；　her　veil　to　one　departing；　dear　one；　to　wind；　love；　speeding　sail；　return。　
　Go　on；　Simon。　
　Ah；　sure　my　dancing　days　are　done；　Ben。。。　Well。。。　
Mr　Dedalus　laid　his　pipe　to　rest　beside　the　tuningfork　and；　sitting；　touched　the　obedient　keys。　
　No；　Simon；　Father　Cowley　turned。　Play　it　in　the　original　One　flat。　
The　keys；　obedient；　rose　higher；　told；　faltered；　confessed；　confused。　
Up　stage　strode　Father　Cowley。　
　Here；　Simon。　I'll　acpany　you；　he　said。　Get　up。　
By　Graham　Lemon's　pineapple　rock；　by　Elvery's　elephant　jingle　jogged。　Steak；　kidney；　liver；　mashed　at　meat　fit　for　princes　sat　princes　Bloom　and　Goulding。　Princes　at　meat　they　raised　and　drank　Power　and　cider。　
Most　beautiful　tenor　air　ever　written；　Richie　said：　Sonnambula。　He　heard　Joe　Maas　sing　that　one　night。　Ah；　that　M'Guckin！　Yes。　In　his　way。　Choirboy　style。　Maas　was　the　boy。　Massboy。　A　lyrical　tenor　if　you　like。　Never　forget　it。　Never。　
Tenderly　Bloom　over　liverless　bacon　saw　the　tightened　features　strain。　Backache　he。　Bright's　bright　eye。　Next　item　on　the　programme。　Paying　the　piper。　Pills；　pounded　bread；　worth　a　guinea　a　box。　Stave　it　off　awhile。　Sings　too：　Down　among　the　dead　men。　Appropriate。　Kidney　pie。　Sweets　to　the。　Not…making　much　hand　of　it。　Best　value　in。　Characteristic　of　him。　Power。　Particular　about　his　drink。　Flaw　in　the　glass；　fresh　Vartry　water。　Fecking　matches　from　counters　to　save。　Then　squander　a　sovereign　in　dribs　and　drabs。　And　when　he's　wanted　not　a　farthing。　Screwed　refusing　to　pay　his　fare。　Curious　types。　
Never　would　Richie　forget　that　night。　As　long　as　he　lived；　never。　In　the　gods　of　the　old　Royal　with　little　Peake。　And　when　the　first　note。　
Speech　paused　on　Richie's　lips。　
ing　out　with　a　whopper　now。　Rhapsodies　about　damn　all。　Believes　his　own　lies。　Does　really。　Wonderful　liar。　But　want　a　good　memory。　
　Which　air　is　that？　asked　Leopold　Bloom。　
　All　is　lost　now。。。　
Richie　cocked　his　lips　apout。　A　low　incipient　note　sweet　banshee　murmured　all。　A　thrush。　A　throstle。　His　breath；　birdsweet；　good　teeth　he's　proud　of；　fluted　with　plaintive　woe。　Is　lost。　Rich　sound。　Two　notes　in　one　there。　Blackbird　I　heard　in　the　hawthorn　valley。　Taking　my　motives　he　twined　and　turned　them。　All　most　too　new　call　is　lost　in　all。　Echo。　How　sweet　the　answer。　How　is　that　done？　All　lost　now。　Mournful　he　whistled。　Fall；　surrender；　lost。　
Bloom　bent　leopold　ear；　turning　a　fringe　of　doyley　down　under　the　vase。　Order。　Yes；　I　remember。　Lovely　air。　In　sleep　she　went　to　him。　Innocence　in　the　moon。　Still　hold　her　back。　Brave；　don't　know　their　danger。　Call　name。　Touch　water。　Jingle　jaunty。　Too　late。　She　longed　to　go。　That's　why。　Woman。　As　easy　stop　the　sea。　Yes：　all　is　lost。　
　A　beautiful　air；　said　Bloom　lost　Leopold。　I　know　it　well。　
Never　in　all　his　life　had　Richie　Goulding。　
He　knows　it　well　too。　Or　he　feels。　Still　harping　on　his　daughter。　Wise　child　that　knows　her　father；　Dedalus　said。　Me？　
Bloom　askance　over　liverless　saw。