尤利西斯-第49章

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　x　is　thirtyfive　thousand。　Fall　quite　flat。　It's　on　account　of　the　sounds　it　is。　
Instance　he's　playing　now。　Improvising。　Might　be　what　you　like　till　you　hear　the　words。　Want　to　listen　sharp。　Hard。　Begin　all　right：　then　hear　chords　a　bit　off：　feel　lost　a　bit。　In　and　out　of　sacks　over　barrels；　through　wirefences；　obstacle　race。　Time　makes　the　tune。　Question　of　mood　you're　in。　Still　always　nice　to　hear。　Except　scales　up　and　down；　girls　learning。　Two　together　nextdoor　neighbours。　Ought　to　invent　dummy　pianos　for　that。　Blumenlied　I　bought　for　her。　The　name。　Playing　it　slow；　a　girl；　night　I　came　home；　the　girl。　Door　of　the　stables　near　Cecilia　street。　Milly　no　taste。　Queer　because　we　both　I　mean。　
Bald　deaf　Pat　brought　quite　flat　pad　ink。　Pat　set　with　ink　pen　quite　flat　pad。　Pat　took　plate　dish　knife　fork。　Pat　went。　
It　was　the　only　language　Mr　Dedalus　said　to　Ben。　He　heard　them　as　a　boy　in　Ringabella；　Crosshaven；　Ringabella；　singing　their　barcaroles。　Queenstown　harbour　full　of　Italian　ships。　Walking；　you　know；　Ben；　in　the　moonlight　with　those　earthquake　hats。　Blending　their　voices。　God；　such　music；　Ben。　Heard　as　a　boy。　Cross　Ringabella　haven　mooncarole。　
Sour　pipe　removed　he　held　a　shield　of　hand　beside　his　lips　that　cooed　a　moonlight　nightcall；　clear　from　anear；　a　call　from　afar；　replying。　
Down　the　edge　of　his　Freeman　baton　ranged　Bloom's　your　other　eye；　scanning　for　where　did　I　see　that。　Callan；　Coleman；　Dignam　Patrick。　Heigho！　Heigho！　Fawcett。　Aha！　Just　I　was　looking。。。　
Hope　he's　not　looking；　cute　as　a　rat。　He　held　unfurled　his　Freeman。　Can't　see　now。　Remember　write　Greek　ees。　Bloom　dipped；　Bloo　mur：　dear　sir。　Dear　Henry　wrote：　dear　Mady。　Got　your　lett　and　flow。　Hell　did　I　put？　Some　pock　or　oth。　It　is　utterl　imposs。　Underline　imposs。　To　write　today。　
Bore　this。　Bored　Bloom　tambourined　gently　with　I　am　just　reflecting　fingers　on　flat　pad　Pat　brought。　
On。　Know　what　I　mean。　No；　change　that　ee。　Accept　my　poor　little　pres　enclos。　Ask　her　no　answ。　Hold　on。　Five　Dig。　Two　about　here。　Penny　the　gulls。　Elijah　is　。　Seven　Davy　Byrne's。　Is　eight　about。　Say　half　a　crown。　My　poor　little　pres：　p。　o。　two　and　six。　Write　me　a　long。　Do　you　despise？　Jingle；　have　you　the？　So　excited。　Why　do　you　call　me　naught？　You　naughty　too？　O；　Mairy　lost　the　pin　of　her。　Bye　for　today。　Yes；　yes；　will　tell　you。　Want　to。　To　keep　it　up。　Call　me　that　other。　Other　world　she　wrote。　My　patience　are　exhaust。　To　keep　it　up。　You　must　believe。　Believe。　The　tank。　It。　Is。　True。　
Folly　am　I　writing？　Husbands　don't。　That's　marriage　does；　their　wives。　Because　I'm　away　from。　Suppose。　But　how？　She　must。　Keep　young。　If　she　found　out。　Card　in　my　high　grade　ha。　No；　not　tell　all。　Useless　pain。　If　they　don't　see。　Woman。　Sauce　for　the　gander。　
A　hackney　car；　number　three　hundred　and　twentyfour；　driver　Barton　James　of　number　one　Harmony　avenue；　Donnybrook；　on　which　sat　a　fare；　a　young　gentleman；　stylishly　dressed　in　an　indigoblue　serge　suit　made　by　George　Robert　Mesias；　tailor　and　cutter；　of　number　five　Eden　quay；　and　wearing　a　straw　hat　very　dressy；　bought　of　John　Plasto　of　number　one　Great　Brunswick　street；　hatter。　Eh？　This　is　the　jingle　that　joggled　and　jingled。　By　Dlugacz'　porkshop　bright　tubes　of　Agendath　trotted　a　gallantbuttocked　mare。　
　Answering　an　ad？　keen　Richie's　eyes　asked　Bloom。　
　Yes；　Mr　Bloom　said。　Town　traveller。　Nothing　doing；　I　expect。　
Bloom　mur：　best　references。　But　Henry　wrote：　it　will　excite　me。　You　know　now。　In　haste。　Henry。　Greek　ee。　Better　add　postscript。　What　is　he　playing　now？　Improvising　intermezzo。　P。　S。　The　rum　tum　tum。　How　will　you　pun？　You　punish　me？　Crooked　skirt　swinging；　whack　by。　Tell　me　I　want　to。　Know。　O。　Course　if　I　didn't　I　wouldn't　ask。　La　la　la　ree。　Trails　off　there　sad　in　minor。　Why　minor　sad？　Sign　H。　They　like　sad　tail　at　end。　P。　P。　S。　La　la　la　ree。　I　feel　so　sad　today。　La　ree。　So　lonely。　Dee。　
He　blotted　quick　on　pad　of　Pat。　Envel。　Address。　Just　copy　out　of　paper。　Murmured：　Messrs　Callan；　Coleman　and　Co；　limited。　Henry　wrote：　
Miss　Martha　Clifford
c/o　P。　O。
Dolphin's　barn　lane
Dublin。
Blot　over　the　other　so　he　can't　read。　Right。　Idea　prize　titbit。　Something　detective　read　off　blottingpad。　Payment　at　the　rate　of　guinea　per　col。　Matcham　often　thinks　the　laughing　witch。　Poor　Mrs　Purefoy。　U。　p。：　up。　
Too　poetical　that　about　the　sad。　Music　did　that。　Music　hath　charms　Shakespeare　said。　Quotations　every　day　in　the　year。　To　be　or　not　to　be。　Wisdom　while　you　wait。　
In　Gerard's　rosery　of　Fetter　lane　he　walks；　greyed…auburn。　One　life　is　all。　One　body。　Do。　But　do。　
Done　anyhow。　Postal　order　stamp。　Postoffice　lower　down。　Walk　now。　Enough。　Barney　Kiernan's　I　promised　to　meet　them。　Dislike　that　job。　House　of　mourning。　Walk。　Pat！　Doesn't　hear。　Deaf　beetle　he　is。　
Car　near　there　now。　Talk。　Talk。　Pat！　Doesn't。　Settling　those　napkins。　Lot　of　ground　he　must　cover　in　the　day。　Paint　face　behind　on　him　then　he'd　be　two。　Wish　they'd　sing　more。　Keep　my　mind　off。　
Bald　Pat　who　is　bothered　mitred　the　napkins。　Pat　is　a　waiter　hard　of　his　hearing。　Pat　is　a　waiter　who　waits　while　you　wait。　Hee　hee　hee　hee。　He　waits　while　you　wait。　Hee　hee。　A　waiter　is　he。　Hee　hee　hee　hee。　He　waits　while　you　wait。　While　you　wait　if　you　wait　he　will　wait　while　you　wait。　Hee　hee　hee　hee。　Hoh。　Wait　while　you　wait。　
Douce　now。　Douce　Lydia。　Bronze　and　rose。　
She　had　a　gorgeous；　simply　gorgeous；　time。　And　look　at　the　lovely　shell　she　brought。　
To　the　end　of　the　bar　to　him　she　bore　lightly　the　spiked　and　winding　seahorn　that　he；　George　Lidwell；　solicitor；　might　hear。　
　Listen！　she　bade　him。　
Under　Tom　Kernan's　ginhot　words　the　acpanist　wove　music　slow。　Authentic　fact。　How　Walter　Bapty　lost　his　voice。　Well；　sir；　the　husband　took　him　by　the　throat。　Scoundrel；　said　he。　You'll　sing　no　more　lovesongs。　He　did；　sir　Tom。　Bob　Cowley　wove。　Tenors　get　wom。　Cowley　lay　back。　
Ah；　now　he　heard；　she　holding　it　to　his　ear。　Hear！　He　heard。　Wonderful。　She　held　it　to　her　own　and　through　the　sifted　light　pale　gold　in　contrast　glided。　To　hear。　
Tap。　
Bloom　through　the　bardoor　saw　a　shell　held　at　their　ears。　He　heard　more　faintly　that　that　they　heard；　each　for　herself　alone；　then　each　for　other；　hearing　the　plash　of　waves；　loudly；　a　silent　roar。　
Bronze　by　a　weary　gold；　anear；　afar；　they　listened。　
Her　ear　too　is　a　shell；　the　peeping　lobe　there。　Been　to　the　seaside。　Lovely　seaside　girls。　Skin　tanned　raw。　Should　have　put　on　coldcream　first　make　it　brown。　Buttered　toast。　O　and　that　lotion　mustn't　forget。　Fever　near　her　mouth。　Your　head　it　simply。　Hair　braided　over：　shell　with　seaweed。　Why　do　they　hide　their　ears　with　seaweed　hair？　And　Turks　their　mouth；　why？　Her　eyes　over　the　sheet；　a　yashmak。　Find　the　way　in。　A　cave。　No　admittance　except　on　business。　
The　sea　they　think　they　hear。　Singing。　A　roar。　The　blood　is　it。　Souse　in　the　ear　sometimes。　Well；　it's　a　sea。　Corpuscle　islands。　
Wonderful　really。　So　distinct。　Again。　George　Lidwell　held　its　murmur；　hearing：　then　laid　it　by；　gently。　
　What　are　the　wild　waves　saying？　he　asked　her；　smiled。　
Charming；　seasmiling　and　unanswering　Lydia　on　Lidwell　smiled。　
Tap。　
By　Larry　O'Rourke's；　by　Larry；　bold　Larry　O'；　Boylan　swayed　and　Boylan　turned。　
From　the　forsaken　shell　Miss　Mina　glided　to　her　tankard　waiting。　No；　she　was　not　so　lonely　archly　Miss　Douce's　head　let　Mr　Lidwell　know。　Walks　in　the　moonlight　by　the　sea。　No；　not　alone。　With　whom？　She　nobly　answered：　with　a　gentleman　friend。　
Bob　Cowley's　twinkling　fingers　in　the　treble　played　again。　The　landlord　has　the　prior。　A　little　time。　Long　John。　Big　Ben　Lightly　he　played　a　light　bright　tinkling　measure　for　tripping　ladies；　arch　and　smiling；　and　for　their　gallants；　gentlemen　friends。　One：　one；　one；　one：　two；　one；　three；　four。　
Sea；　wind；　leaves；　thunder；　waters；　cows　lowing；　the　cattle　market；　cocks；　hens　don't　crow；　snakes　hissss。　There's　music　everywhere。　Ruttledge's　door：　ee　creaking。　No；　that's　noise。　Minuet　of　Don　Giovanni　he's　playing　now。　Court　dresses　of　all　descriptions　in　castle　chambers　dancing。　Misery。　Peasants　outside。　Green　starving　faces　eating　dockleaves。　Nice　that　is。　Look：　look；　look；　look；　look；　look：　you　look　at　us。　
That's　joyful　I　can　feel。　Never　have　written　it。　Why？　My　joy　is　other　joy。　But　both　are　joys。　Yes；　joy　it　must　be。　Mere　fact　of　music　shows　you　are。　Often　thought　she　was　in　the　dumps　till　she　began　to　lilt。　Then　know。　
M'Coy　valise。　My　wife　and　your　wife。　Squealing　eat。　Like　tearing　silk。　When　she　talks　like　the　clapper　of　a　bellows。　They　can't　manage　men's　intervals。　Gap　in　their　voices　too。　Fill　me。　I'm　warm；　dark；　open。　Molly　in　qui　est　homo：　Mercadante。　My　ear　against　the　wall　to　hear。　Want　a　woman　who　can　deliver　the　goods。　
Jog　jig　jogged　stopped。　Dandy　tan　shoe　of　dandy　Boy　Ian　socks　skyblue　clocks　came　light　to　earth。　
O；　look　we　are　so！　Chamber　music。　Could　make　a　kind　of　pun　on　that。　It　is　a　kind　of　music　I　often　thought　when　she。　Acoustics　that　is。　Tinkling。　Empty　vessels　make　most　noise。　Because　the　acoustics；　the　resonance　changes　according　as　the　weight　of　the　water　is　equal　to　the　law　of　falling　water。　Like　those　rhapsodies　of　Liszt's；　Hungarian；　gipsyeyed。　Pearls。　Drops。　Rain。　Diddle　iddle　addle　addle　oodle　oodle。　Hiss。　Now。　Maybe　now。　Before。　
One　rapped　on　a　door；　one　tapped　with　a　knock；　did　he　knock　Paul　de　Kock；　with　a　loud　proud　knocker；　with　a　cock　carracarracarra　cock。　Cockcock。　
Tap。　
　Qui　sdegno；　Ben；　said　Father　Cowley。　
　No；　Ben；　Tom　Kernan　interfered；　The　Croppy　Boy。　Our　native　Doric。　
　Ay　do；　Ben；　Mr　Dedalus　said。　Good　men　and　true。　
　Do；　do；　they　begged　in　one。　
I'll　go。　Here；　Pat；　return。　e。　He　came；　he　came；　he　did　not　stay。　To　me。　How　much？　
　What　key？　Six　sharps？　
　F　sharp　major；　Ben　Dollard　said。　
Bob　Cowley's　outstretched　talons　gripped　the　black　deep　sounding　chords。　
Must　go　prince　Bloom　told　Richie　prince。　No；　Richie　said。　Yes；　must。　Got　money　somewhere。　He's　on　for　a　razzle　backache　spree。　Much？　He　seehears　lipspeech。　One　and　nine。　Penny　for　yourself。　Here。　Give　him　twopence　tip。　Deaf；　bothered。　But　perhaps　he　has　wife　and　family　waiting；　waiting　Patty　e　home。　Hee　hee　hee　hee。　Deaf　wait　while　they　wait。　
But　wait。　But　hear。　Chords　dark。　Lugugugubrious。　Low。　In　a　cave　of　the　dark　middle　earth。　Embedded　ore。　Lumpmusic。　
The　voice　of　dark　age；　of　unlove；　earth's　fatigue　made　grave　approach；　and　painful；　e　from　afar；　from　hoary　mountains；　called　on　good　men　and　true。　The　priest　he　sought；　with　him　would　he　speak　a　word。　
Tap。　
Ben　Dollard's　voice　barreltone。　Doing　his　level　best　to　say　it。　Croak　of　vast　manless　moonless　womoonless　marsh。　Other　edown。　Big　ships'　chandler's　business　he　did　once。　Remember：　rosiny　ropes；　ships'　lanterns。　Failed　to　the　tune　of　ten　thousand　pounds。　Now　in　the　Iveagh　home。　Cubicle　number　so　and　so。　Number　one　Bass　did　that　for　him。　
The　priest's　at　home。　A　false　priest's　servant　bade　him　wele。　Step　in。　The　holy　father。　Curlycues　of　chords。　
Ruin　them。　Wreck　their　lives。　Then　build　them　cubicles　to　end　their　days　in。　Hushaby。　Lullaby。　Die；　dog。　Little　dog；　die。　
The　voice　of　warning；　solemn　warning；　told　them　the　youth　had　entered　a　lonely　hall；　told　them　how　solemn　fell　his　footstep　there；　told　them　the　gloomy　chamber；　the　vested　priest　sitting　to　shrive。　
Decent　soul。　Bit　addled　now。　Thinks　he'll　win　in　Answers　poets'　picture　puzzle。　We　hand　you　crisp　five　pound　note。　Bird　sitting　hatchin