尤利西斯-第85章

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ns　the　black　cap。）　Let　him　be　taken；　Mr　Subsheriff；　from　the　dock　where　he　now　stands　and　detained　in　custody　in　Mountjoy　prison　during　His　Majesty's　pleasure　and　there　be　hanged　by　the　neck　until　he　is　dead　and　therein　fail　not　at　your　peril　or　may　the　Lord　have…mercy　on　your　soul。　Remove　him。　（A　black　skullcap　descends　upon　his　head。）　
（The　subsheriff　long　John　Fanning　appears；　smoking　a　pungent　Henry　Clay。）　
LONG　JOHN　FANNING　（Scowls　and　calls　with　rich　rolling　utterance。）　Who'll　hang　Judas　Iscariot？　
（H。　Rumbold；　master　barber　in　a　bloodcoloured　jerk　in　and　tanner's　apron；　a　rope　coiled　over　his　shoulder　mounts　the　block。　A　life　preserver　and　a　nailstudded　bludgeon　are　stuck　in　his　belt。　He　rubs　grimly　his　grapping　hands；　knobbed　with　knuckledusters。）　
RUMBOLD　（To　the　recorder　with　sinister　familiarity。）　Hanging　Harry；　your　Majesty；　the　Mersey　terror。　Five　guineas　a　jugular。　Neck　or　nothing。　
（The　bells　of　George's　church　toll　slowly；　loud　dark　iron。）　
THE　BELLS　Heigho！　Heigho！　
BLOOM　（Desperately。）　Wait。　Stop。　Gulls。　Good　heart。　I　saw。　Innocence。　Girl　in　the　monkeyhouse。　Zoo。　Lewd　chimpanzees。　（Breathlessly。）　Pelvic　basin。　Her　artless　blush　unmanned　me。　（Overe　with　emotion。）　I　left　the　precincts。　（He　turns　to　a　figure　in　the　crowd；　appealing。）　Hynes；　may　I　speak　to　you？　You　know　me。　That　three　shillings　you　can　keep。　If　you　want　a　little　more　。　
HYNES　（Coldly。）　You　are　a　perfect　stranger。　
SECOND　WATCH　（Points　to　the　corner。）　The　bomb　is　here。　FIRST　WATCH　Infernal　machine　with　a　time　fuse。　BLOOM　No；　no。　Pig's　feet。　I　was　at　a　funeral。　FIRST　WATCH　（Draws　his　truncheon。）　Liar！　
（The　beagle　lifts　his　snout；　showing　the　grey　scorbutic　face　of　Paddy　Dignam。　He　has　gnawed　all。　He　exhales　a　putrid　carcasefed　breath。　He　grows　to　human　size　and　shape。　His　dachshund　coat　bees　a　brown　mortuary　habit。　His　green　eyeflashes　bloodshot。　Half　of　one　ear　all　the　nose　and　both　thumbs　are　ghouleaten。）　
PADDY　DIGNAM　（In　a　hollow　voice。）　It　is　true。　It　was　my　funeral。　Doctor　Finucane　pronounced　life　extinct　when　I　succumbed　to　the　disease　from　natural　causes。　
（He　lifts　his　mutilated　ashen　face　moonwards　and　bays　lugubriously。）　
BLOOM　（In　triumph。）　You　hear？　
PADDY　DIGNAM　Bloom；　I　am　Paddy　Dignam's　spirit。　List；　list；　O　list！　
BLOOM　The　voice　is　the　voice　of　Esau。　
SECOND　WATCH　（Blesses　himself。）　How　is　that　possible？　
FIRST　WATCH　It　is　not　in　the　penny　catechism。　
PADDY　DIGNAM　By　metempsychosis。　Spooks。　
A　VOICE　O　rocks。　
PADDY　DIGNAM　（Earnestly。）　Once　I　was　in　the　employ　of　Mr　J。　H。　Menton；　solicitor；　missioner　for　oaths　and　affidavits；　of　27　Bachelor's　Walk。　Now　I　am　defunct；　the　wall　of　the　heart　hypertrophied。　Hard　lines。　The　poor　wife　was　awfully　cut　up。　Dow　is　she　bearing　it？　Keep　her　off　that　bottle　of　sherry。　（He　looks　round　him。）　A　lamp。　I　must　satisfy　an　animal　need。　That　buttermilk　didn't　agree　with　me。　
（The　portly　figure　of　John　O'Connell；　caretaker　stands　forth；　holding　a　bunch　of　keys　tied　with　crape。　Beside　him　stands　Father　Coffey；　chaplain；　toad　bellied；　wrynecked；　in　a　surplice　and　bandanna　nightcap；　holding　sleepily　a　staff　of　twisted　poppies。）　
FATHER　COFFEY　（Yawns；　then　chants　with　a　hoarse　croak。）　Namine。　Jacobs　Vobiscuits。　Amen。　
（Foghorns　stormily　through　his　megaphone。）　Dignam；　Patrick　T。；　deceased。　
PADDY　DIGNAM　（With　pricked　up　ears；　winces。）　Overtones。　
（He　wriggles　forward；　places　an　ear　to　the　ground。）　My　masters'　voice！　
JOHN　O'CONNELL　Burial　docket　letter　number　U。　P。　Eightyfive　thousand。　Field　seventeen。　House　of　Keys。　Plot；　one　hundred　and　one。　
（Paddy　Dignam　listens　with　visible　effort；　thinking；　his　tailstiffpointed；　his　ears　cocked。）　
PADDY　DIGNAM　Pray　for　the　repose　of　his　soul。　
（He　worms　down　through　a　coal　hole；　his　brown　habit　trailing　its　tether　over　rattling　pebbles。　After　him　toddles　an　obese　grandfather　rat　on　fungus　turtle　paws　under　a　grey　carapace。　Dignam's　voice；　muffled；　is　heard　baying　under　ground：　Dignam's　dead　and　gone　below。　Tom　Rochford；　robinredbreasted；　in　cap　and　breeches；　jumps　from　his　two…columned　machine。）　
TOM　ROCHFORD　（A　hand　to　his　breastbone；　bows。）　Reuben　J。　A　florin　I　find　him。　（He　fixes　the　manhole　with　a　resolute　stare。）　My　turn　now　on。　Follow　me　up　to　Carlow。　
（He　executes　a　daredevil　salmon　leap　in　the　air　and　is　engulfed　in　the　coalhole。　Two　discs　on　the　columns　wobble　eyes　of　nought。　All　recedes。　Bloom　plodges　forward　again。　He　stands　before　a　lighted　house；　listening。　The　kisses；　winging　from　their　bowers；　fly　about　him；　twittering；　warbling；　cooing。）　
THE　KISSES　（Warbling。）　Leo！　（Twittering。）　Icky　licky　micky　sticky　for　Leo！　（Cooing。）　Coo　coocoo！　Yummyumm　Wom　worn！　（Warbling。）　Big　ebig！　Pirouette！　Leopopold！　（Twittering。）　Leeolee！　（Warbling。）　O　Leo！　
（They　rustle；　flutter　upon　his　garments；　alight；　bright　giddyflecks；　silvery　sequins。）　
BLOOM　A　man's　touch。　Sad　music。　Church　music。　Perhaps　here。　
（Zoe　Higgins；　a　young　whore　in　a　sapphire　slip；　closed　with　three　bronze　buckles；　a　slim　black　velvet　fillet　round　her　throat；　nods；　trips　down　the　steps　and　accosts　him。）　
ZOE　Are　you　looking　for　someone？　He's　inside　with　his　friend。　
BLOOM　Is　this　Mrs　Mack's？　
ZOE　No；　eightyone。　Mrs　Cohen's。　You　might　go　farther　and　fare　worse。　Mother　Slipperslapper。　（Familiarly。）　She's　on　the　job　herself　tonight　with　the　vet；　her　tipster；　that　gives　her　all　the　winners　and　pays　for　her　son　in　Oxford。　Working　overtime　but　her　luck's　turned　today。　（Suspiciously。）　You're　not　his　father；　are　you？　
BLOOM　Not　I！　
ZOE　You　both　in　black。　Has　little　mousey　any　tickles　tonight？　
（His　skin；　alert；　feels　her　fingertips　approach。　A　hand　slides　over　his　left　thigh。）　
ZOE　How's　the　nuts？　
BLOOM　Off　side。　Curiously　they　are　on　the　right。　Heavier　I　suppose。　One　in　a　million　my　tailor；　Mesias；　says。　
ZOE　（In　sudden　alarm。）　You've　a　hard　chancre。　
BLOOM　Not　likely。　
ZOE　I　feel　it。　
（Her　hand　slides　into　his　left　trouser　pocket　and　brings　out　a　hard　black　shrivelled　potato。　She　regards　it　and　Bloom　with　dumb　moist　lips。）　
BLOOM　A　talisman。　Heirloom。　
ZOE　For　Zoe？　For　keeps？　For　being　so　nice；　eh？　
（She　puts　the　potato　greedily　into　a　pocket；　then　links　his　arm；　cuddling　him　with　supple　warmth。　He　smiles　uneasily。　Slowly；　note　by　note；　oriental　music　is　played。　He　gazes　in　the　tawny　crystal　of　her　eyes；　ringed　with　kohol。　His　smile　softens。）　
ZOE　You'll　know　me　the　next　time。　
BLOOM　（Forlornly。）　I　never　loved　a　dear　gazelle　but　it　was　sure　to。　
（Gazelles　are　leaping；　feeding　on　the　mountains。　Near　are　lakes。　Round　their　shores　file　shadows　black　of　cedargroves。　Aroma　rises；　a　strong　hairgrowth　of　resin。　It　burns；　the　orient；　a　sky　of　sapphire；　cleft　by　the　bronze　flight　of　eagles。　Under　it　lies　the　womancity；　nude；　white；　still；　cool；　in　luxury。　A　fountain　murmurs　among　damask　roses。　Mammoth　roses　murmur　of　scarlet　winegrapes。　A　wine　of　shame；　lust；　blood　exudes；　strangely　murmuring。）　
ZOE　（Murmuring　singsong　with　the　music；　her　odalisk　lips　lusciously　smeared　with　salve　of　swinefat　and　rosewater。）　Schorach　ani　wenowach；　benoith　Hierushaloim。　
BLOOM　（Fascinated。）　I　thought　you　were　of　good　stock　by　your　accent。　
ZOE　And　you　know　what　thought　did？　
（She　bites　his　ear　gently　with　little　goldstopped　teeth　sending　on　him　a　cloying　breath　of　stale　garlic。　The　roses　draw　apart；　disclose　a　sepulchre　of　the　gold　of　kings　and　their　mouldering　bones。）　
BLOOM　（Draws　back；　mechanically　caressing　her　right　bub　with　a　flat　awkward　hand。）　Are　you　a　Dublin　girl？　
ZOE　（Catches　a　stray　hair　deftly　and　twists　it　to　her　coil。）　No　bloody　fear。　I'm　English。　Have　you　a　swaggerroot？　
BLOOM　（As　before。）　Rarely　smoke；　dear。　Cigar　now　and　then。　Childish　device。　（Lewdly。）　The　mouth　can　be　better　engaged　than　with　a　cylinder　of　rank　weed。　
ZOE　Go　on。　Make　a　stump　speech　out　of　it。　
BLOOM　（In　workman's　corduroy　overalls；　black　gansy　with　red　floating　tie　and　apache　cap。）　Mankind　is　incorrigible。　Sir　Walter　Raleigh　brought　from　the　new　world　that　potato　and　that　weed；　the　one　a　killer　of　pestilence　by　absorption；　the　other　a　poisoner　of　the　ear；　eye；　heart；　memory；　will；　understanding；　all。　That　is　to　say；　he　brought　the　poison　a　hundred　years　before　another　person　whose　name　I　forget　brought　the　food。　Suicide。　Lies。　All　our　habits。　Why；　look　at　our　public　life！　
（Midnight　chimes　from　distant　steeples。）　
THE　CHIMES　Turn　again；　Leopold！　Lord　Mayor　of　Dublin！　
BLOOM　（In　alderman's　gown　and　chain。）　Electors　of　Arran　Quay；　Inns　Quay；　Rotunda；　Mountjoy　and　North　Dock；　better　run　a　tramline；　I　say；　from　the　cattlemarket　to　the　river。　That's　the　music　of　the　future。　That's　my　programme。　Cui　Bono？　But　our　buccaneering　Vanderdeckens　in　their　phantom　ship　of　finance。。。　
AN　ELECTOR　Three　times　three　for　our　future　chief　magistrate！　
（The　aurora　borealis　of　the　torchlight　procession　leaps。）　
THE　TORCH　BEARERS　Hooray！　
（Several　wellknown　burgesses；　city　magnates　and　freemen　of　the　city　shake　hands　with　Bloom　and　congratulate　him。　Timothy　Harrington；　late　thrice　Lord　Mayor　of　Dublin；　imposing　in　mayoral　scarlet；　gold　chain　and　white　silk　tie；　confers　with　councillor　Lorcan　Sherlock；　locum　tenens。　They　nod　vigorously　in　agreement。）　
LATE　LORD　MAYOR　HARRINGTON　（In　scarlet　robe　with　mace；　gold　mayoral　chain　and　lace　white　silk　scarf）　That　alder　man　sir　Leo　Bloom's　speech　be　printed　at　the　expense　of　the　ratepayers。　That　the　house　in　which　he　was　born　be　ornamented　with　a　memorative　tablet　and　that　the　thoroughfare　hitherto　known　as　Cow　Parlour　off　Cork　street　be　henceforth　designated　Boulevard　Bloom。　
COUNCILLOR　LORCAN　SHERLOCK　Carried　unanimously。　
BLOOM　（Impassionedly。）　These　flying　Dutchmen　or　lying　Dutchmen　as　they　recline　in　their　upholstered　poop；　casting　dice；　what　reck　they？　Machines　is　their　cry；　their　chimera；　their　panacea。　Laboursaving　apparatuses；　supplanters；　bug…bears；　manufactured　monsters　for　mutual　murder；　hideous　hobgoblins　produced　by　a　horde　of　capitalistic　lusts　upon　our　prostituted　labour。　The　poor　man　starves　while　they　are　grassing　their　royal　mountain　stags　or　shooting　peasants　and　phartridges　in　their　purblind　pomp　of　pelf　and　power。　But　their　reign　is　rover　for　rever　and　ever　and　ev。。。　
（Prolonged　applause。　Venetian　masts；　maypoles　and　festal　arches　spring　up。　A　streamer　bearing　the　legends　Cead　Mille　Failte　and　Mah　Ttob　Melek　Israel　spans　the　street。　All　the　windows　are　thronged　with　sightseers；　chiefly　ladies。　Along　the　route　the　regiments　of　the　royal　Dublin　Fusiliers；　the　Kings　Own　Scottish　Boraerers；　the　Cameron　Highlanders　and　the　Welsh　Fusiliers；　standing　to　attention；　keep　back　the　crowd。　Boys　from　High　school　are　perched　on　the　lampposts；　telegraph　poles；　windowsills；　cornices；　gutters；　chimneypots；　railings；　rainspouts；　whistling　and　cheering。　The　pillar　of　the　cloud　appears。　A　fife　and　drum　band　is　heard　in　the　distance　playing　the　Kol　Nidre。　The　beaters　approach　with　imperial　eagles　hoisted；　trailing　banners　and　waving　oriental　palms。　The　chryselephantine　papal　standard　rises　high；　surrounded　by　pennons　of　the　civic　flag。　The　van　of　the　procession　appears　headed　by　John　Howard　Parnell；　city　marshal；　in　a　chessboard　tabard；　the　Athlone　Poursuivant　and　Ulster　King　of　Arms。　They　are　followed　by　the　Right　Honourable　Joseph　Hutchinson；　lord　mayor　of　Dublin；　the　lord　mayor　of　Cork；　their　worships　the　mayors　of　Limerick；　Galway；　Sligo　and　Watedord；　twentyeight　Irish　rep