尤利西斯-第52章

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cessible　and　lordly　Shannon　the　unfathomable；　and　from　the　gentle　declivities　of　the　place　of　the　race　of　Kiar；　their　udders　distended　with　superabundance　of　milk　and　butts　of　butter　and　rennets　of　cheese　and　farmer's　firkins　and　targets　of　lamb　and　crannocks　of　corn　and　oblong　eggs；　in　great　hundreds；　various　in　size；　the　agate　with　the　dun。　
So　we　turned　into　Barney　Kiernan's　and　there　sure　enough　was　the　citizen　up　in　the　corner　having　a　great　confab　with　himself　and　that　bloody　mangy　mongrel；　Garryowen；　and　he　waiting　for　what　the　sky　would　drop　in　the　way　of　drink。　
There　he　is；　says　I；　in　his　gloryhole；　with　his　cruiskeen　lawn　and　his　load　of　papers；　working　for　the　cause。　
The　bloody　mongrel　let　a　grouse　out　of　him　would　give　you　the　creeps。　Be　a　corporal　work　of　mercy　if　someone　would　take　the　life　of　that　bloody　dog。　I'm　told　for　a　fact　he　ate　a　good　part　of　the　breeches　off　a　constabulary　man　in　Santry　that　came　round　one　time　with　a　blue　paper　about　a　licence。　
　Stand　and　deliver；　says　he。　
　That's　all　right；　citizen；　says　Joe。　Friends　here。　
　Pass；　friends；　says　he。　
Then　he　rubs　his　hand　in　his　eye　and　says　he：　
　What's　your　opinion　of　the　times？　
Doing　the　rapparee　and　Rory　of　the　hill。　But；　begob；　Joe　was　equal　to　the　occasion。　
　I　think　the　markets　are　on　a　rise；　says　he；　sliding　his　hand　down　his　fork。　
So　begob　the　citizen　claps　his　paw　on　his　knee　and　he　says：　
　Foreign　wars　is　the　cause　of　it。　
And　says　Joe；　sticking　his　thumb　in　his　pocket：　
　It's　the　Russians　wish　to　tyrannise。　
　Arrah；　give　over　your　bloody　codding；　Joe；　says　I；　I've　a　thirst　on　me　I　wouldn't　sell　for　half　a　crown。　
　Give　it　a　name；　citizen；　says　Joe。　
　Wine　of　the　country；　says　he。　
　What's　yours？　says　Joe。　
　Ditto　MacAnaspey；　says　I。。。　
　Three　pints；　Terry；　says　Joe。　And　how's　the　old　heart；　citizen？　says　he。　
　Never　better；　a　chara；　says　he。　What　Garry？　Are　we　going　to　win？　Eh？　
And　with　that　he　took　the　bloody　old　towser　by　the　scruff　of　the　neck　and；　by　Jesus；　he　near　throttled　him。　
The　figure　seated　on　a　large　boulder　at　the　foot　of　a　round　tower　was　that　of　a　broadshouldered　deepchested　stronglimbed　frankeyed　redhaired　freely　freckled　shaggybearded　wide…mouthed　largenosed　longheaded　deepvoiced　barekneed　brawnyhanded　hairylegged　ruddyfaced　sinewyarmed　hero。　From　shoulder　to　shoulder　he　measured　several　ells　and　his　rocklike　mountainous　knees　were　covered；　as　was　likewise　the　rest　of　his　body　wherever　visible；　with　a　strong　growth　of　tawny　prickly　hair　in　hue　and　toughness　similar　to　the　mountain　gorse　（Ulex　Europeus）。　The　widewinged　nostrils；　from　which　bristles　of　the　same　tawny　hue　projected；　were　of　such　capaciousness　that　within　their　cavernous　obscurity　the　field…lark　might　easily　have　lodged　her　nest。　The　eyes　in　which　a　tear　and　a　smile　strove　ever　for　the　mastery　were　of　the　dimensions　of　a　goodsized　cauliflower。　A　powerful　current　of　warm　breath　issued　at　regular　intervals　from　the　profound　cavity　of　his　mouth　while　in　rhythmic　resonance　the　loud　strong　hale　reverberations　of　his　formidable　heart　thundered　rumblingly　causing　the　ground；　the　summit　of　the　lofty　tower　and　the　still　loftier　walls　of　the　cave　to　vibrate　and　tremble。　
He　wore　a　long　unsleeved　garment　of　recently　flayed　oxhide　reaching　to　the　knees　in　a　loose　kilt　and　this　was　bound　about　his　middle　by　a　girdle　of　plaited　straw　and　rushes。　Beneath　this　he　wore　trews　of　deerskin；　roughly　stitched　with　gut。　His　nether　extremities　were　encased　in　high　Balbriggan　buskins　dyed　in　lichen　purple；　the　feet　being　shod　with　brogues　of　salted　cowhide　laced　with　the　windpipe　of　the　same　beast。　From　his　girdle　hung　a　row　of　seastones　which　dangled　at　every　movement　of　his　portentous　frame　and　on　these　were　graven　with　rude　yet　striking　art　the　tribal　images　of　many　Irish　heroes　and　heroines　of　antiquity；　Cuchulin；　Conn　of　hundred　battles；　Niall　of　nine　hostages；　Brian　of　Kincora；　the　Ardri　Malachi；　Art　MacMurragh；　Shane　O'Neill；　Father　John　Murphy；　Owen　Roe；　Patrick　Sarsfield；　Red　Hugh　O'Donnell；　Red　Jim　MacDermott；　Soggarth　Eoghan　O'Growney；　Michael　Dwyer；　Francy　Higgins；　Henry　Joy　M'Cracken；　Goliath；　Horace　Wheatley；　Thomas　Conneff；　Peg　Woffington；　the　Village　Blacksmith；　Captain　Moonlight；　Captain　Boycott；　Dante　Alighieri；　Christopher　Columbus；　S。　Fursa；　S。　Brendan；　Marshal　Mac…Mahon；　Charlemagne；　Theobald　Wolfe　Tone；　the　Mother　of　the　Maccabees；　the　　of　the　Mohicans；　the　Rose　of　Castille；　the　Man　for　Galway；　The　Man　that　Broke　the　Bank　at　Monte　Carlo；　The　Man　in　the　Gap；　The　Woman　Who　Didn't；　Benjamin　Franklin；　Napoleon　Bonaparte；　John　L。　Sullivan；　Cleopatra；　Savourneen　Deelish；　Julius　Caesar；　Paracelsus；　sir　Thomas　Lipton；　William　Tell；　Michelangelo；　Hayes；　Muhammad；　the　Bride　of　Lammermoor；　Peter　the　Hermit；　Peter　the　Packer；　Dark　Rosaleen；　Patrick　W。　Shakespeare；　Brian　Confucius；　Murtagh　Gutenberg；　Patricio　Velasquez；　Captain　Nemo；　Tristan　and　Isolde；　the　first　Prince　of　Wales；　Thomas　Cook　and　Son；　the　Bold　Soldier　Boy；　Arrah　na　Pogue；　Dick　Turpin；　Ludwig　Beethoven；　the　Colleen　Bawn；　Waddler　Healy；　Angus　the　Culdee；　Dolly　Mount；　Sidney　Parade；　Ben　Howth；　Valentine　Greatrakes；　Adam　and　Eve；　Arthur　Wellesley；　Boss　Croker；　Herodotus；　Jack　the　Giantkiller；　Gautama　Buddha；　Lady　Godiva；　The　Lily　of　Killarney；　Balor　of　the　Evil　Eye；　the　Queen　of　Sheba；　Acky　Nagle；　Joe　Nagle；　Alessandro　Volta；　Jeremiah　O'Donovan　Rossa；　Don　Philip　O'Sullivan　Beare。　A　couched　spear　of　acuminated　granite　rested　by　him　while　at　his　feet　reposed　a　savage　animal　of　the　canine　tribe　whose　stertorous　gasps　announced　that　he　was　sunk　in　uneasy　slumber；　a　supposition　confirmed　by　hoarse　growls　and　spasmodic　movements　which　his　master　repressed　from　time　to　time　by　tranquillising　blows　of　a　mighty　cudgel　rudely　fashioned　out　of　paleolithic　stone。　
So　anyhow　Terry　brought　the　three　pints　Joe　was　standing　and　begob　the　sight　nearly　left　my　eyes　when　I　saw　him　land　out　a　quid。　O；　as　true　as　I'm　telling　you。　A　goodlooking　sovereign。　
　And　there's　more　where　that　came　from；　says　he。　
　Were　you　robbing　the　poorbox；　Joe？　says　I。　
　Sweat　of　my　brow；　says　Joe。　'Twas　the　prudent　member　gave　me　the　wheeze。　
　I　saw　him　before　I　met　you；　says　I；　sloping　around　by　Pill　lane　and　Greek　street　with　his　cod's　eye　counting　up　all　the　guts　of　the　fish。　
Who　es　through　Michan's　land；　bedight　in　sable　armour？　O'Bloom；　the　son　of　Rory：　it　is　he。　Impervious　to　fear　is　Rory's　son：　he　of　the　prudent　soul。　
　For　the　old　woman　of　Prince's　street；　says　the　citizen；　the　subsidised　organ。　The　pledgebound　party　on　the　floor　of　the　house。　And　look　at　this　blasted　rag；　says　he。　Look　at　this；　says　he。　The　Irish　Independent；　if　you　please；　founded　by　Parnell　to　be　the　workingman's　friend。　Listen　to　the　births　and　deaths　in　the　Irish　all　for　Ireland　Independent　and　I'll　thank　you　and　the　marriages。　
And　he　starts　reading　them　out：　
　Gordon；　Barnfield　Crescent；　Exeter；　Redmayne　of　Iffley；　Saint　Anne's　on　Sea；　the　wife　of　William　T。　Redmayne；　of　a　son。　How's　that；　eh？　Wright　and　Flint；　Vincent　and　Gillett　to　Rotha　Marion　daughter　of　Rosa　and　the　late　George　Alfred　Gillett；　179　Clapham　Road；　Stockwell；　Playwood　and　Ridsdale　at　Saint　Jude's　Kensington　by　the　very　reverend　Dr　Forrest；　Dean　of　Worcester；　eh？　Deaths。　Bristow；　at　Whitehall　lane；　London：　Carr；　Stoke　Newington；　of　gastritis　and　heart　disease：　Cockburn；　at　the　Moat　house；　Chepstow。　
　I　know　that　fellow；　says　Joe；　from　bitter　experience。　
　Cockburn。　Dimsey；　wife　of　Davie　Dimsey；　late　of　the　admiralty：　Miller；　Tottenham；　aged　eightyfive：　Welsh；　June　12；　at　35　Canning　Street；　Liverpool；　Isabella　Helen。　How's　that　for　a　national　press；　eh；　my　brown　son？　How's　that　for　Martin　Murphy；　the　Bantry　jobber？　
　Ah；　well；　says　Joe；　handing　round　the　boose。　Thanks　be　to　God　they　had　the　start　of　us。　Drink　that；　citizen。　
　I　will；　says　he；　honourable　person。　
　Health；　Joe；　says　I。　And　all　down　the　form。　
Ah！　Owl！　Don't　be　talking！　I　was　blue　mouldy　for　the　want　of　that　pint。　Declare　to　God　I　could　hear　it　hit　the　pit　of　my　stomach　with　a　click。　
And　lo；　as　they　quaffed　their　cup　of　joy；　a　godlike　messenger　came　swiftly　in；　radiant　as　the　eye　of　heaven；　a　ely　youth；　and　behind　him　there　passed　an　elder　of　noble　gait　and　countenance；　bearing　the　sacred　scrolls　of　law；　and　with　him　his　lady　wife；　a　dame　of　peerless　lineage；　fairest　of　her　race。　
Little　Alf　Bergan　popped　in　round　the　door　and　hid　behind　Barney's　snug；　squeezed　up　with　the　laughing；　and　who　was　sitting　up　there　in　the　corner　that　I　hadn't　seen　snoring　drunk；　blind　to　the　world；　only　Bob　Doran。　I　didn't　know　what　was　up　and　Alf　kept　making　signs　out　of　the　door。　And　begob　what　was　it　only　that　bloody　old　pantaloon　Denis　Breen　in　his　bath　slippers　with　two　bloody　big　books　tucked　under　his　oxter　and　the　wife　hotfoot　after　him；　unfortunate　wretched　woman　trotting　like　a　poodle。　I　thought　Alf　would　split。　
　Look　at　him；　says　he。　Breen。　He's　traipsing　all　round　Dublin　with　a　postcard　someone　sent　him　with　u。　p。：　up　on　it　to　take　a　li。。。　
And　he　doubled　up。　
　Take　a　what？　says　I。　
　Libel　action；　says　he；　for　ten　thousand　pounds。　
　O　hell！　says　I。　
The　bloody　mongrel　began　to　growl　that'd　put　the　fear　of　God　in　you　seeing　something　was　up　but　the　citizen　gave　him　a　kick　in　the　ribs。　
　Bi　i　dho　husht；　says　he。　
　Who？　says　Joe。　
　Breen；　says　Alf。　He　was　in　John　Henry　Menton's　and　then　he　went　round　to　Collis　and　Ward's　and　then　Tom　Rochford　met　him　and　sent　him　round　to　the　subsheriff's　for　a　lark。　O　God；　I've　a　pain　laughing。　U。　p。：　up。　The　long　fellow　gave　him　an　eye　as　good　as　a　process　and　now　the　bloody　old　lunatic　is　gone　round　to　Green　Street　to　look　for　a　G。　man。　
　When　is　long　John　going　to　hang　that　fellow　in　Mountjoy？　says　Joe。　
Bergan；　says　Bob　Doran；　waking　up。　Is　that　Alf　Bergan？　
　Yes；　says　Alf。　Hanging？　Wait　till　I　show　you。　Here；　Terry；　give　us　a　pony。　That　bloody　old　fool！　Ten　thousand　pounds。　You　should　have　seen　long　John's　eye。　U。　p。。。　
And　he　started　laughing。　
　Who　are　you　laughing　at？　says　Bob　Doran。　Is　that　Bergan？　
　Hurry　up；　Terry　boy；　says　Alf。　
Terence　O'Ryan　heard　him　and　straightway　brought　him　a　crystal　cup　full　of　the　foaming　ebon　ale　which　the　noble　twin　brothers　Bungiveagh　and　Bungardilaun　brew　ever　in　their　divine　alevats；　cunning　as　the　sons　of　deathless　Leda。　For　they　garner　the　succulent　berries　of　the　hop　and　mass　and　sift　and　bruise　and　brew　them　and　they　mix　therewith　sour　juices　and　bring　the　must　to　the　sacred　fire　and　cease　not　night　or　day　from　their　toil；　those　cunning　brothers；　lords　of　the　vat。　
Then　did　you；　chivalrous　Terence；　hand　forth；　as　to　the　manner　born；　that　nectarous　beverage　and　you　offered　the　crystal　cup　to　him　that　thirsted；　the　soul　of　chivalry；　in　beauty　akin　to　the　immortals。　
But　he；　the　young　chief　of　the　O'Bergan's；　could　ill　brook　to　be　outdone　in　generous　deeds　but　gave　therefor　with　gracious　gesture　a　testoon　of　costliest　bronze。　Thereon　embossed　in　excellent　smithwork　was　seen　the　image　of　a　queen　of　regal　port；　scion　of　the　house　of　Brunswick；　Victoria　her　name；　Her　Most　Excellent　Majesty；　by　grace　of　God　of　the　United　Kingdom　of　Great　Britain　and　Ireland　and　of　the　British　dominions　beyond　the　sea；　queen；　defender　of　the　faith；　Empress　of　India；　even　she；　who　bore　rule；　a　victress　over　many　peoples；　the　well…beloved；　for　they　knew