尤利西斯-第79章

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any　that　will　and　would　and　wait　and　never　do。　Thou　sawest　thy　America；　thy　lifetask；　and　didst　charge　to　cover　like　the　transpontine　bison。　How　saith　Zarathusthra？　Deine　kuh　Trübsal　melkest　Du。　Nun　trinkst　Du　die　süsse　Milch　des　Euters。　See！　It　displodes　for　thee　in　abundance。　Drink；　man；　an　udderful！　Mother's　milk；　Purefoy；　the　milk　of　human　kin；　milk　too　of　those　burgeoning　stars　overhead；　rutilant　in　thin　rainvapour；　punch　milk；　such　as　those　rioters　will　quaff　in　their　guzzlingden；　milk　of　madness；　the　honeymilk　of　Canaan's　land。　Thy　cow's　dug　was　tough；　what？　Ay；　but　her　milk　is　hot　and　sweet　and　fattening。　No　dollop　this　but　thick　rich　bonnyclaber。　To　her；　old　patriarch！　Pap！　Per　deam　Partulam　et　Pertundam　nunc　est　bibendum！　
All　off　for　a　buster；　armstrong；　hollering　down　the　street。　Bonafides。　Where　you　slep　las　nigh？　Timothy　of　the　battered　naggin。　Like　ole　Billyo。　Any　brollies　or　gumboots　in　the　family？　Where　the　Henry　Nevil's　sawbones　and　ole　clo？　Sorra　one　o　me　knows。　Hurrah　there；　Dix！　Forward　the　ribbon　counter。　Where's　Punch？　All　serene。　Jay；　look　at　the　drunken　minister　ing　out　of　the　maternity　hospal！　Benedicat　vos　omnipotens　Deus；　Pater　et　Filius。　A　make；　mister。　The　Denzille　lane　boys。　Hell；　blast　ye！　Scoot。　Righto；　Isaacs；　shove　em　out　of　the　bleeding　limelight。　Yous　join　us；　dear　sir？　No　hentrusion　in　life。　Lou　heap　good　man。　Allee　samee　this　bunch。　En　avant；　mes　enfants！　Fire　away　number　one　on　the　gun。　Burke's！　Thence　they　advanced　five　parasangs。　Slattery's　mounted　foot　where's　that　bleeding　awfur？　Parson　Steve；　apostates'　creed！　No；　no。　Mulligan！　Abaft　there！　Shove　ahead。　Keep　a　watch　on　the　clock。　Chuckingout　time。　Mullee！　What's　on　you？　Ma　mère　m'a　mariée。　British　Beatitudes！　Ratamplan　Digidi　Boum　Boum。　Ayes　have　it。　To　be　printed　and　bound　at　the　Druiddrum　press　by　two　designing　females。　Calf　covers　of　pissedon　green。　　word　in　art　shades。　Most　beautiful　book　e　out　of　Ireland　my　time。　Silentium！　Get　a　spurt　on。　Tention。　Proceed　to　nearest　canteen　and　there　annex　liquor　stores。　March！　Tramp；　tramp　the　boys　are　（attitudes！）　parching。　Beer；　beef；　business；　bibles；　bulldogs；　battleships；　buggery　and　bishops。　Whether　on　the　scaffold　high。　Beerbeef　trample　the　bibles。　When　for　Irelandear。　Trample　the　trampellers。　Thunderation！　Keep　the　durned　millingtary　step。　We　fall。　Bishops'　boosebox。　Halt！　Heave　to。　Rugger。　Scrum　in。　No　touch　kicking。　Wow；　my　tootsies！　You　hurt？　Most　amazingly　sorry！　
Query。　Who's　astanding　this　here　do？　Proud　possessor　of　damnall。　Declare　misery。　Bet　to　the　ropes。　Me　nantee　saltee。　Not　a　red　at　me　this　week　gone。　Yours？　Mead　of　our　fathers　for　the　übermensch。　Dittoh。　Five　number　ones。　You；　sir？　Ginger　cordial。　Chase　me；　the　cabby's　candle。　Stimulate　the　caloric。　Winding　of　his　ticker。　Stopped　short　never　to　go　again　when　the　old。　Absinthe　for　me；　savvy？　Caramba！　Have　an　eggnog　or　a　prairie　oyster。　Enemy？　Avuncular's　got　my　timepiece。　Ten　to。　Obligated　awful。　Don't　mention　it。　Got　a　pectoral　trauma；　eh；　Dix？　Pos　fact。　Got　bet　be　a　boomblebee　whenever　he　was　settin　sleep　in　hes　bit　garten。　Digs　up　near　the　Mater。　Buckled　he　is。　Know　his　dona？　Yup；　sartin；　I　do。　Full　of　a　dure。　See　her　in　her　dishybilly。　Peels　off　a　credit。　Lovey　lovekin。　None　of　your　lean　kine；　not　much。　Pull　down　the　blind；　love。　Two　Ardilauns。　Same　here。　Look　slippery。　If　you　fall　don't　wait　to　get　up。　Five；　seven；　nine。　Fine！　Got　a　prime　pair　of　mincepies；　no　kid。　And　her　take　me　to　rests　and　her　anker　of　rum。　Must　be　seen　to　be　believed。　Your　starving　eyes　and　allbeplastered　neck　you　stole　my　heart；　O　gluepot。　Sir？　Spud　again　the　rheumatiz？　All　poppycock；　you'll　scuse　me　saying。　For　the　hoi　polloi。　I　vear　thee　best　a　gert　vool。　Well；　doc？　Back　fro　Lapland？　Your　corporosity　sagaciating　OK？　How's　the　squaws　and　papooses？　Womanbody　after　going　on　the　straw？　Stand　and　deliver。　Password。　There's　hair。　Ours　the　white　death　and　the　ruddy　birth。　Hi！　Spit　in　your　own　eye；　boss。　Mummer's　wire。　Cribbed　out　of　Meredith。　Jesified　orchidised　polycimical　jesuit！　Aunty　mine's　writing　Pa　Kinch。　Baddybad　Stephen　lead　astray　goodygood　Malachi。　
Hurroo！　Collar　the　leather；　youngun。　Roun　wi　the　nappy。　Here；　Jock　braw　Hielentman's　your　barleybree。　Lang　may　your　lum　reek　and　your　kailpot　boil！　My　tipple。　Merci。　Here's　to　us。　How's　that？　Leg　before　wicket。　Don't　stain　my　brandnew　sitinems。　Give's　a　shake　of　pepper；　you　there。　Catch　aholt。　Caraway　seed　to　carry　away。　Twig？　Shrieks　of　silence。　Every　cove　to　his　gentry　mort。　Venus　Pandemos。　Les　petites　femmes。　Bold　bad　girl　from　the　town　of　Mullingar。　Tell　her　I　was　axing　at　her。　Hauding　Sara　by　the　wame。　On　the　road　to　Malahide。　Me？　If　she　who　seduced　me　had　left　but　the　name。　What　do　you　want　for　ninepence？　Machree；　Macruiskeen。　Smutty　Moll　for　a　mattress　jig。　And　a　pull　altogether。　Ex！　
Waiting；　guvnor？　Most　deciduously。　Bet　your　boots　on。　Stunned　like　seeing　as　how　no　shiners　is　aing；　Underconstumble？　He've　got　the　chink　ad　lib。　Seed　near　free　poun　on　un　a　spell　ago　a　said　war　hisn。　Us　e　right　in　on　your　invite；　see？　Up　to　you；　matey。　Out　with　the　oof。　Two　bar　and　a　wing。　You　larn　that　go　off　of　they　there　Frenchy　bilks？　Won't　wash　here　for　nuts　nohow。　Lil　chile　vely　solly。　Ise　de　cutest　colour　coon　down　our　side。　Gawds　teruth；　Chawley。　We　are　nae　fou。　We're　nae　tha　fou。　Au　reservoir；　Mossoo。　Tanks　you。　
'Tis；　sure。　What　say？　In　the　speakeasy。　Tight。　I　shee　you；　shir。　Bantam；　two　days　teetee。　Mowsing　nowt　but　claretwine。　Garn！　Have　a　glint；　do。　Gum；　I'm　jiggered。　And　been　to　barber　he　have。　Too　full　for　words。　With　a　railway　bloke。　How　e　you　so？　Opera　he'd　like？　Rose　of　Castille。　Rows　of　cast。　Police！　Some　H2O　for　a　gent　fainted。　Look　at　Bantam's　flowers。　Gemini；　he's　going　to　holler。　The　colleen　bawn；　my　colleen　bawn。　O；　cheese　it！　Shut　his　blurry　Dutch　oven　with　a　firm　hand。　Had　the　winner　today　till　I　tipped　him　a　dead　cert。　The　ruffin　cly　the　nab　of　Stephen。　Hand　as　give　me　the　jady　coppaleen。　He　strike　a　telegramboy　paddock　wire　big　bug　Bass　to　the　depot。　Shove　him　a　joey　and　grahamise。　Mare　on　form　hot　order。　Guinea　to　a　goosegog。　Tell　a　cram；　that。　Gospel…true。　Criminal　diversion？　I　think　that　yes。　Sure　thing。　Land　him　in　chokeechokee　if　the　harman　beck　copped　the　game。　Madden　back　Madden's　a　maddening　back。　O；　lust；　our　refuge　and　our　strength。　Decamping。　Must　you　go？　Off　to　mammy。　Stand　by。　Hide　my　blushes　someone。　All　in　if　he　spots　me。　eahome；　our　Bantam。　Horryvar；　mong　vioo。　Dinna　forget　the　cowslips　for　hersel。　Cornfide。　Wha　gev　ye　thon　colt？　Pal　to　pal。　Jannock。　Of　John　Thomas；　her　spouse。　No　fake；　old　man　Leo。　S'elp　me；　honest　injun。　Shiver　my　timbers　if　I　had。　There's　a　great　big　holy　friar。　Vyfor　you　no　me　tell？　Vel；　I　ses；　if　that　aint　a　sheeny　nachez；　vel；　I　vil　get　misha　mishinnah。　Through　yerd　our　lord；　Amen。　
You　move　a　motion？　Steve　boy；　you're　going　it　some。　More　bluggy　drunkables？　Will　immensely　splendiferous　stander　permit　one　stooder　of　most　extreme　poverty　and　one　largesize　grandacious　thirst　to　terminate　one　expensive　inaugurated　libation？　Give's　a　breather。　Landlord；　landlord；　have　you　good　wine；　staboo？　Hoots；　mon；　wee　drap　to　pree。　Cut　and　some　again。　Right　Boniface！　Absinthe　the　lot。　Nos　omnes　biberimus　viridum　toxicum　diabolus　capiat　posteriora　nostra　Closingtime；　gents。　Eh？　Rome　boose　for　the　Bloom　toff。　I　hear　you　say　onions？　Bloo？　Cadges　ads？　Photo's　papli；　by　all　that's　gorgeous！　Play　low；　pardner。　Slide。　Bonsoir　la　pagnie。　And　snares　of　the　poxfiend。　Where's　the　buck　and　Namby　Amby？　Skunked？　Leg　bail。　Aweel；　ye　maun　e'en　gang　yer　gates。　Checkmate。　King　to　tower。　Kind　Kristyann　will　yu　help；　yung　man　hoose　frend　tuk　bungalo　kee　to　find　plais　whear　to　lay　crown　off　his　hed　2　night。　Crickey；　I'm　about　sprung。　Tarnally　dog　gone　my　shins　if　this　beent　the　bestest　putties　longbreakyet。　Item；　curate；　couple　of　cookies　for　this　child。　Cot's　plood　and　prandypalls；　none！　Not　a　pite　of　sheeses？　Thrust　syphilis　down　to　hell　and　with　him　those　other　licensed　spirits。　Time。　Who　wander　through　the　world。　Health　all。　A　la　v？tre！　
Golly；　whatten　tunket's　yon　guy　in　the　mackintosh？　Dusty　Rhodes。　Peep　at　his　wearables。　By　mighty！　What's　he　got？　Jubilee　mutton。　Bovril；　by　James。　Wants　it　real　bad。　D'ye　ken　bare　socks？　Seedy　cuss　in　the　Richmond？　Rawthere！　Thought　he　had　a　deposit　of　lead　in　his　penis。　Trumpery　insanity。　Bartle　the　Bread　we　calls　him。　That；　sir；　was　once　a　prosperous　cit。　Man　all　tattered　and　torn　that　married　a　maiden　all　forlorn。　Slung　her　hook；　she　did。　Here　see　lost　love。　Walking　Mackintosh　of　lonely　canyon。　Tuck　and　turn　in。　Schedule　time。　Nix　for　the　hornies。　Pardon？　See　him　today　at　a　runefal？　Chum　o　yourn　passed　in　his　checks？　Ludamassy！　Pore　picanninies！　Thou'll　no　be　telling　me　thot；　Pold　veg！　Did　urns　blubble　bigsplash　crytears　cos　fries　Padney　was　took　off　in　black　bag？　Of　all　de　darkies　Massa　Pat　was　verra　best。　I　never　see　the　like　since　I　was　born。　Tiens；　tiens；　but　it　is　well　sad；　that；　my　faith；　yes。　O　get；　rev　on　a　gradient　one　in　nine。　Live　axle　drives　are　souped。　Lay　you　two　to　one　Jenatzy　licks　him　ruddy　well　hollow。　Jappies？　High　angle　fire；　inyah！　Sunk　by　war　specials。　Be　worse　for　him；　says　he；　nor　any　Rooshian。　Time　all。　There's　eleven　of　them。　Get　ye　gone。　Forward；　woozy　wobblers！　Night。　Night。　May　Allah；　the　Excellent　One；　your　soul　this　night　ever　tremendously　conserve。　
Your　attention！　We're　nae　thy　fou。　The　Leith　police　dismisseth　us。　The　least　tholice。　Ware　hawks　for　the　chap　puking。　Unwell　in　his　abominable　regions。　Yooka。　Night。　Mona；　my　thrue　love。　Yook。　Mona；　my　own　love。　Ook。　
Hark！　Shut　your　obstropolos。　Pflaap！　Pflaap！　Blaze　on。　There　she　goes。　Brigade！　Bout　ship。　Mount　street　way。　Cut　up。　Pflaap！　Tally　ho。　You　not　e？　Run；　skelter；　race。　Pflaaaap！　
Lynch！　Hey？　Sign　on　long　o　me。　Denzille　lane　this　way。　Change　here　for　Bawdyhouse。　We　two；　she　said；　will　seek　the　kips　there　shady　Mary　is。　Righto；　any　old　time。　Laetabuntur　in　cubilibus　suis。　You　ing　long？　Whisper；　who　the　sooty　hell's　the　johnny　in　the　black　duds？　Hush！　Sinned　against　the　light　and　even　now　that　day　is　at　hand　when　he　shall　e　to　judge　the　world　by　fire。　Pflaap！　Ut　implerentur　scripturae。　Strike　up　a　ballad。　Then　outspake　medical　Dick　to　his　rade　medical　Davy。　Christicle；　who's　this　excrement　yellow　gospeller　on　the　Merrion　hall？　Elijah　is　ing　washed　in　the　Blood　of　the　Lamb。　e　on；　you　winefizzling　ginsizzling　booseguzzling　existences！　e　on；　you　dog…gone；　bullnecked；　beetlebrowed；　hogjowled；　peanutbrained；　weaseleyed　four　flushers；　false　alarms　and　excess　baggage！　e　on；　you　triple　extract　of　infamy！　Alexander　J。　Christ　Dowie；　that's　yanked　to　glory　most　half　this　planet　from　'Frisco　Beach　to　Vladivostok。　The　Deity　ain't　no　nickel　dime　bumshow。　I　put　it　to　you　that　he's　on　the　square　and　a　corking　fine　business　proposition。　He's　the　grandest　thing　yet　and　don't　you　forget　it。　Shout　salvation　in　King　Jesus。　You'll　need　to　rise　precious　early；　you　sinner　there；　if　you　want　to　diddle　the　Almighty　God。　Pflaaaap！　Not　half。　He's　got　a　coughmixture　with　a　punch　in　it　for　you；　my　friend；　In　his　backpocket。　Just　you　try　it　on。　
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The　Mabbot　street　entrance　of　nighttown；　before　which　stretches　an　uncobbled　transiding　set　with　skeleton　tracks；　red　and　green　will…o'…the…wisps　and　danger　signals。　Rows　of　flimsy　houses　with　gaping　doors。　Rare　lamps　with　faint　rainbow