尤利西斯-第48章

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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。　Face　of　the　all　is　lost。　Rollicking　Richie　once。　Jokes　old　stale　now。　Wagging　his　ear。　Napkinring　in　his　eye。　Now　begging　letters　he　sends　his　son　with。　Crosseyed　Walter　sir　I　did　sir。　Wouldn't　trouble　only　I　was　expecting　some　money。　Apologise。　
Piano　again。　Sounds　better　than　last　time　I　heard。　Tuned　probably。　Stopped　again。　
Dollard　and　Cowley　still　urged　the　lingering　singer　out　with　it。　
　With　it；　Simon。　
　It；　Simon。　
　Ladies　and　gentlemen；　I　am　most　deeply　obliged　by　your　kind　solicitations。　
　It；　Simon。　
　I　have　no　money　but　if　you　will　lend　me　your　attention　I　shall　endeavour　to　sing　to　you　of　a　heart　bowed　down。　
By　the　sandwichbell　in　screening　shadow；　Lydia　her　bronze　and　rose；　a　lady's　grace；　gave　and　withheld：　as　in　cool　glaucous　eau　de　Nil　Mina　to　tankards　two　her　pinnacles　of　gold。　
The　harping　chords　of　prelude　closed。　A　chord　longdrawn；　expectant　drew　a　voice　away。　
　When　first　I　saw　that　form　endearing。　
Richie　turned。　
　Si　Dedalus'　voice；　he　said。　
Braintipped；　cheek　touched　with　flame；　they　listened　feeling　that　flow　endearing　flow　over　skin　limbs　human　heart　soul　spine。　Bloom　signed　to　Pat；　bald　Pat　is　a　waiter　hard　of　hearing；　to　set　ajar　the　door　of　the　bar。　The　door　of　the　bar。　So。　That　will　do。　Pat；　waiter；　waited；　waiting　to　hear；　for　he　was　hard　of　hear　by　the　door。　
　Sorrow　from　me　seemed　to　depart。　
Through　the　hush　of　air　a　voice　sang　to　them；　low；　not　rain；　not　leaves　in　murmur；　like　no　voice　of　strings　of　reeds　or　what　doyoucallthem　dulcimers；　touching　their　still　ears　with　words；　still　hearts　of　their　each　his　remembered　lives。　Good；　good　to　hear：　sorrow　from　them　each　seemed　to　from　both　depart　when　first　they　heard。　When　first　they　saw；　lost　Richie；　Poldy；　mercy　of　beauty；　heard　from　a　person　wouldn't　expect　it　in　the　least；　her　first　merciful　lovesoft　oftloved　word。　
Love　that　is　singing：　love's　old　sweet　song。　Bloom　unwound　slowly　the　elastic　band　of　his　packet。　Love's　old　sweet　sonnez　la　gold。　Bloom　wound　a　skein　round　four　forkfingers；　stretched　it；　relaxed；　and　wound　it　round　his　troubled　double；　fourfold；　in　octave；　gyved　them　fast。　
　Full　of　hope　and　all　delighted。。。　
Tenors　get　women　by　the　score。　Increase　their　flow。　Throw　flower　at　his　feet　when　will　we　meet？　My　head　it　simply。　Jingle　all　delighted。　He　can't　sing　for　tall　hats。　Your　head　it　simply　swurls。　Perfumed　for　him。　What　perfume　does　your　wife？　I　want　to　know。　Jing。　Stop。　Knock。　　look　at　mirror　always　before　she　answers　the　door。　The　hall。　There？　How　do　you？　I　do　well。　There？　What？　Or？　Phila　of　cachous；　kissing　fits；　in　her　satchel。　Yes？　Hands　felt　for　the　opulent。　
Alas！　The　voice　rose；　sighing；　changed：　loud；　full；　shining；　proud。　
　But　alas；　'twas　idle　dreaming。。。　
Glorious　tone　he　has　still。　Cork　air　softer　also　their　brogue。　Silly　man！　Could　have　made　oceans　of　money。　Singing　wrong　words。　Wore　out　his　wife：　now　sings。　But　hard　to　tell。　Only　the　two　themselves。　If　he　doesn't　break　down。　Keep　a　trot　for　the　avenue。　His　hands　and　feet　sing　too。　Drink。　Nerves　overstrung。　Must　be　abstemious　to　sing。　Jenny　Lind　soup：　stock；　sage；　raw　eggs；　half　pint　of　cream。　For　creamy　dreamy。　
Tenderness　it　welled：　slow；　swelling。　Full　it　throbbed。　That's　the　chat。　Ha；　give！　Take！　Throb；　a　throb；　a　pulsing　proud　erect。　
Words？　Music？　No：　it's　what's　behind。　
Bloom　looped；　unlooped；　noded；　disnoded。　
Bloom。　Flood　of　warm　jimjam　lickitup　secretness　flowed　to　flow　in　music　out；　in　desire；　dark　to　lick　flow；　invading。　Tipping　her　tepping　her　tapping　her　topping　her。　Tup。　Pores　to　dilate　dilating。　Tup。　The　joy　the　feel　the　warm　the。　Tup。　To　pour　o'er　sluices　pouring　gushes。　Flood；　gush；　flow；　joygush；　tupthrop。　Now！　Language　of　love。　
　。。。　ray　of　hope。。。　
Beaming。　Lydia　for　Lidwell　squeak　scarcely　hear　so　ladylike　the　muse　unsqueaked　a　ray　of　hope。　
Martha　it　is。　Coincidence。　Just　going　to　write。　Lionel's　song。　Lovely　name　you　have。　Can't　write。　Accept　my　little　pres。　Play　on　her　heartstrings　pursestrings　too。　She's　a。　I　called　you　naughty　boy。　Still　the　name：　Martha。　How　strange！　Today。　
The　voice　of　Lionel　returned；　weaker　but　unwearied。　It　sang　again　to　Richie　Poldy　Lydia　Lidwell　also　sang　to　Pat　open　mouth　ear　waiting；　to　wait。　How　first　he　saw　that　form　endearing；　how　sorrow　seemed　to　part；　how　look；　form；　word　charmed　him　Gould　Lidwell；　won　Pat　Bloom's　heart。　
Wish　I　could　see　his　face；　though。　Explain　better。　Why　the　barber　in　Drago's　always　looked　my　face　when　I　spoke　his　face　in　the　glass。　Still　hear　it　better　here　than　in　the　bar　though　farther。　
　Each　graceful　look。。。　
First　night　when　first　I　saw　her　at　Mat　Dillon's　in　Terenure。　Yellow；　black　lace　she　wore。　Musical　chairs。　We　two　the　last。　Fate。　After　her。　Fate。　Round　and　round　slow。　Quick　round。　We　two。　All　looked。　Halt。　Down　she　sat。　All　ousted　looked。　Lips　laughing。　Yellow　knees。　
　Charmed　my　eye。。。　
Singing。　Waiting　she　sang。　I　turned　her　music。　Full　voice　of　perfume　of　what　perfume　does　your　lilactrees。　Bosom　I　saw；　both　full；　throat　warbling。　First　I　saw。　She　thanked　me。　Why　did　she　me？　Fate。　Spanishy　eyes。　Under　a　peartree　alone　patio　this　hour　in　old　Madrid　one　side　in　shadow　Dolores　shedolores。　At　me。　Luring。　Ah；　alluring。　
　Martha！　Ah；　Martha！　
Quitting　all　languor　Lionel　cried　in　grief；　in　cry　of　passion　dominant　to　love　to　return　with　deepening　yet　with　rising　chords　of　harmony。　In　cry　of　lionel　loneliness　that　she　should　know；　must　Martha　feel。　For　only　her　he　waited。　Where？　Here　there　try　there　here　all　try　where。　Somewhere。　
　Co…me；　thou　lost　one！　
Co…me　thou　dear　one！　
Alone。　One　love。　One　hope。　One　fort　me。　Martha；　chest　note；　return。　
　e！　
It　soared；　a　bird；　it　held　its　flight；　a　swift　pure　cry；　soar　silver　orb　it　leaped　serene；　speeding；　sustained；　to　e；　don't　spin　it　out　too　long　long　breath　he　breath　long　life；　soaring　high；　high　resplendent；　aflame；　crowned；　high　in　the　effulgence　symbolistic；　high；　of　the　ethereal　bosom；　high；　of　the　high　vast　irradiation　everywhere　all　soaring　all　around　about　the　all；　the　endlessnessnessness。。。　
　To　me！　
Siopold！　
Consumed。　
e。　Well　sung。　All　clapped。　She　ought　to。　e。　To　me；　to　him；　to　her；　you　too；　me；　us。　
　Bravo！　Clapclap。　Goodman；　Simon。　Clappyclapclap。　Encore！　Clapclipclap。　Sound　as　a　bell。　Bravo；　Simon！　Clapclopclap。　Encore；　enclap；　said；　cried；　clapped　all；　Ben　Dollard；　Lydia　Douce；　George　Lidwell；　Pat；　Mina；　two　gentlemen　with　two　tankards；　Cowley；　first　gent　with　tank　and　bronze　Miss　Douce　and　gold　Miss　Mina。　
Blazes　Boylan's　smart　tan　shoes　creaked　on　the　barfloor；　said　before。　Jingle　by　monuments　of　sir　John　Gray；　Horatio　onehandled　Nelson；　reverend　father　Theobald　Matthew；　jaunted　as　said　before　just　now。　Atrot；　in　heat；　heatseated。　Cloche。　Sonnez　la。　Cloche。　Sonnez　la。　Slower　the　mare　went　up　the　hill　by　the　Rotunda；　Rutland　square。　Too　slow　for　Boylan；　blazes　Boylan；　impatience　Boylan；　joggled　the　mare。　
An　afterclang　of　Cowley's　chords　closed；　died　on　the　air　made　richer。　
And　Richie　Goulding　drank　his　Power　and　Leopold　Bloom　his　cider　drank；　Lidwell　his　Guinness；　second　gentleman　said　they　would　partake　of　two　tankards　if　she　did　not　mind。　Miss　Kennedy　smirked；　disserving；　coral　lips；　at　first；　at　second。　She　did　not　mind。　
　Seven　days　in　jail；　Ben　Dollard　said；　on　bread　and　water。　Then　you'd　sing；　Simon；　like　a　garden　thrush。　
Lionel　Simon；　singer；　laughed。　Father　Bob　Cowley　played。　Mina　Kennedy　served。　Second　gentleman　paid。　Tom　Kernan　strutted　in；　Lydia；　admired；　admired。　But　Bloom　sang　dumb。　
Admiring。　
Richie；　admiring；　descanted　on　that　man's　glorious　voice。　He　remembered　one　night　long　ago。　Never　forget　that　night。　Si　sang　'Twas　rank　and　fame：　in　Ned　Lambert's　'twas。　Good　God　he　never　heard　in　all　his　life　a　note　like　that　he　never　did　then　false　one　we　had　better　part　so　clear　so　God　he　never　heard　since　love　lives　not　a　clinking　voice　ask　Lambert　he　can　tell　you　too。　
Goulding；　a　flush　struggling　in　his　pale；　told　Mr　Bloom；　face　of　the　night；　Si　in　Ned　Lambert's；　Dedalus'　house；　sang　'Twas　rank　and　fame。。。　
He；　Mr　Bloom；　listened　while　he；　Richie　Goulding；　told　him；　Mr　Bloom　of　the　night　he；　Richie；　heard　him；　Si　Dedalus；　sing　'Twas　rank　and　fame　in　his；　Ned　Lambert's　house。　
Brothers…in…law：　relations。　We　never　speak　as　we　pass　by。　Rift　in　the　lute　I　think。　Treats　him　with　scorn。　See。　He　admires　him　all　the　more。　The　nights　Si　sang。　The　human　voice；　two　tiny　silky　cords。　Wonderful；　more　than　all　the　others。　
That　voice　was　a　lamentation。　Calmer　now。　It's　in　the　silence　you　feel　you　hear。　Vibrations。　Now　silent　air。　
Bloom　ungyved　his　crisscrossed　hands　and　with　slack　fingers　plucked　the　slender　catgut　thong。　He　drew　and　plucked。　It　buzzed；　it　twanged。　While　Goulding　talked　of　Barraclough's　voice　production；　while　Tom　Kernan；　harking　back　in　a　retrospective　sort　of　arrangement；　talked　to　listening　Father　Cowley　who　played　a　voluntary；　who　nodded　as　he　played。　While　big　Ben　Dollard　talked　with　Simon　Dedalus　lighting；　who　nodded　as　he　smoked；　who　smoked。　
Thou　lost　one。　All　songs　on　that　theme。　Yet　more　Bloom　stretched　his　string。　Cruel　it　seems。　Let　people　get　fond　of　each　other：　lure　them　on。　Then　tear　asunder。　Death。　Explos。　Knock　on　the　head。　Outtohelloutofthat。　Human　life。　Dignam。　Ugh；　that　rat's　tail　wriggling！　Five　bob　I　gave。　Corpus　paradisum。　Corncrake　croaker：　belly　like　a　poisoned　pup。　Gone。　They　sing。　Forgotten。　I　too。　And　one　day　she　with。　Leave　her：　get　tired。　Suffer　then。　Snivel。　Big　Spanishy　eyes　goggling　at　nothing。　Her　wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevy　hair　un　b：　'd。　
Yet　too　much　happy　bores。　He　stretched　more；　more。　Are　you　not　happy　in　your？　Twang。　It　snapped。　
Jingle　into　Dorset　street。　
Miss　Douce　withdrew　her　satiny　arm；　reproachful；　pleased。　
　Don't　make　half　so　free；　said　she；　till　we　are　better　acquainted。　
George　Lidwell　told　her　really　and　truly：　but　she　did　not　believe。　
First　gentleman　told　Mina　that　was　so。　She　asked　him　was　that　so。　And　second　tankard　told　her　so。　That　that　was　so。　
Miss　Douce；　Miss　Lydia；　did　not　believe：　Miss　Kennedy；　Mina；　did　not　believe：　George　Lidwell；　no：　Miss　Dou　did　not：　the　first；　the　first：　gent　with　the　tank：　believe；　no；　no：　did　not；　Miss　Kenn：　Lidlydiawell：　the　tank。　
Better　write　it　here。　Quills　in　the　postoffice　chewed　and　twisted。　
Bald　Pat　at　a　sign　drew　nigh。　A　pen　and　ink。　He　went。　A　pad。　He　went。　A　pad　to　blot。　He　heard；　deaf　Pat。　
　Yes；　Mr　Bloom　said；　teasing　the　curling　catgut　fine。　It　certainly　is。　Few　lines　will　do。　My　present。　All　that　Italian　florid　music　is。　Who　is　this　wrote？　Know　the　name　you　know　better。　Take　out　sheet　notepaper；　envelope：　unconcerned。　It's　so　characteristic。　
　Grandest　number　in　the　whole　opera；　Goulding　said。　
　It　is；　Bloom　said。　
Numbers　it　is。　All　music　when　you　e　to　think。　Two　multiplied　by　two　divided　by　half　is　twice　one。　Vibrations：　chords　those　are。　One　plus　two　plus　six　is　seven。　Do　anything　you　like　with　figures　juggling。　Always　find　out　this　equal　to　that；　symmetry　under　a　cemetery　wall。　He　doesn't　see　my　mourning。　Callous：　all　for　his　own　gut。　Musemathematics。　And　you　think　you're　listening　to　the　ethereal。　But　suppose　you　said　it　like：　Martha；　seven　times　nine　minus　x　is　thirtyfive　thousand。　Fall　qu