尤利西斯-第89章

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（Stephen　turns　and　sees　Bloom。）　
STEPHEN　A　time；　times　and　half　a　time。　
（Reuben　J。　Antichrist；　wanderingjew；　a　clutching　hand　open　on　his　spine；　stumps　forward。　Across　his　loins　is　slung　a　pilgrims　wallet　from　which　protrude　promissory　notes　and　dishonoured　bills。　Aloft　over　his　shoulder　he　bears　a　long　boatpole　from　the　hook　of　which　the　sodden　huddled　mass　of　his　only　son；　saved　from　Liffey　waters；　hangs　from　the　slack　of　its　breeches。　A　hobgoblin　in　the　image　of　Punch　Costello；　hipshot；　crookbacked；　hydrocephalic；　prognathic　with　receding　forehead　and　Ally　Sloper　nose；　tumbles　in　somersaults　through　the　gathering　darkness。）　
ALL　What？　
THE　HOBGOBLIN　（His　jaws　chattering；　capers　to　and　fro；　goggling　his　eyes；　squeaking；　kangaroohopping；　with　outstretched　clutching　arms；　then　all　at　once　thrusts　his　lipless　face　through　the　fork　of　his　thighs。）　Il　vient！　C'est　moi！　L'homme　qui　rit！　L'homme　primigene！　（He　whirls　round　and　round　with　dervish　howls。）　Sieurs　et　dames；　faites　vos　jeux！　（He　crouches　juggling。　Tiny　roulette　planets　fly　from　his　hands。）　Les　jeux　son！　faits！　（The　planets　rush　together；　uttering　crepitant　cracks。）　Rien　n'va　plus。　（The　planets；　buoyant　balloons；　sail　swollen　up　and　away。　He　springs　off　into　vacuum。）　
FLORRY　（Sinking　into　torpor；　crosses　herself　secretly。）　The　end　of　the　world！　
（A　female　tepid　effluvium　leaks　out　from　her。　Nebulous　obscurity　occupies　space。　Through　the　drifting　fog　without　the　gramophone　blares　over　coughs　and　feetshuffling。）　
THE　GRAMOPHONE　Jerusalem！　Open　your　gates　and　sing　Hosanna。。。　
（A　rocket　rushes　up　the　sky　and　bursts。　A　white　star　falls　from　it；　proclaiming　the　consummation　of　all　things　and　second　ing　of　Elijah。　Along　an　infinite　invisible　tight…rope　taut　from　zenith　to　nadir　the　End　of　the　World；　a　two　headed　octopus　in　gillies　kilts；　busby　and　tartan　filibegs；　whirls　through　the　murk；　head　over　heels；　in　the　fob　of　the　Three　Lugs　of　Man。）　
THE　END　OF　THE　WORLD　（With　a　Scotch　accent。）　Wha'll　dance　the　keel　row；　the　keel　row；　the　keel　row？　
（Over　the　passing　drift　and　choking　breathcoughs；　Elijah's　voice；　harsh　as　a　corncrakes；　jars　on　high。　Perspiring　in　a　loose　lawn　surplice　with　funnel　sleeves　he　is　seen；　vergefaced　above　a　rostrum　about　which　the　banner　of　old　glory　is　draped。　He　thumps　the　parapet。）　
ELIJAH　No　yapping；　if　you　please；　in　this　booth。　Jake　Crane；　Creole　Sue；　Dave　Campbell；　Abe　Kirschner；　do　your　coughing　with　your　mouths　shut。　Say；　I　am　operating　all　this　trunk　line。　Boys；　do　it　now。　God's　time　is　12。25。　Tell　mother　you'll　be　there。　Rush　your　order　and　you　play　a　slick　ace。　Join　on　right　here！　Book　through　to　eternity　junction；　the　nonstop　run。　Just　one　word　more。　Are　you　a　god　or　a　doggone　clod？　If　the　second　advent　came　to　Coney　Island　are　we　ready？　Florry　Christ；　Stephen　Christ；　Zoe　Christ；　Bloom　Christ；　Kitty　Christ；　Lynch　Christ；　it's　up　to　you　to　sense　that　cosmic　force。　Have　we　cold　feet　about　the　cosmos？　No。　Be　on　the　side　of　the　angels。　Be　a　prism。　You　have　that　something　within；　the　higher　self。　You　can　rub　shoulders　with　a　Jesus；　a　Gautama；　an　Ingersoll。　Are　you　all　in　this　vibration？　I　say　you　are。　You　once　nobble　that；　congregation；　and　a　buck　joyride　to　heaven　bees　a　back　number。　You　got　me？　It's　a　lifebrightener；　sure。　The　hottest　stuff　ever　was。　It's　the　whole　pie　with　jam　in。　It's　just　the　cutest　snappiest　line　out。　It　is　immense；　supersumptuous。　It　restores。　It　vibrates。　I　know　and　I　am　some　vibrator。　Joking　apart　and　getting　down　to　bedrock；　A。　J。　Christ　Dowie　and　the　harmonial　philosophy；　have　you　got　that？　O。K。　Seventyseven　west　sixtyninth　street。　Got　me？　That's　it。　You　call　me　up　by　sunphone　any　old　time。　Bumboosers；　save　your　stamps。　（He　shouts。）　Now　then　our　glory　song。　All　join　heartily　in　the　singing。　Encore！　（He　sings。）　Jeru。。。　
THE　GRAMOPHONE　（Drowning　his　voice。）　Whorusalaminyour　highhohhhh。　
（The　disc　rasps　gratingly　against　the　needle。）　
THE　THREE'　WHORES　（Covering　their　ears；　squawk。）　Ahhkkk！　
ELIJAH　（In　rolledup　shirtsleeves；　black　in　the　face；　shouts　at　the　top　of　his　voice；　his　arms　uplifted。）　Big　Brother　up　there；　Mr　President；　you　hear　what　I　done　just　been　saying　to　you。　Certainly；　I　sort　of　believe　strong　in　you；　Mr　President。　I　certainly　am　thinking　now　Miss　Higgins　and　Miss　Ricketts　got　religion　way　inside　them。　Certainly　seems　to　me　I　don't　never　see　no　wusser　scared　female　than　the　way　you　been；　Miss　Florry；　just　now　as　I　done　seed　you。　Mr　President；　you　e　long　and　help　me　save　our　sisters　dear。　（He　winks　at　his　audience。）　Our　Mr　President；　he　twig　the　whole　lot　and　he　ain't　saying　nothing。　
KITTY…KATE　I　forgot　myself。　In　a　weak　moment　I　erred　and　did　what　I　did　on　Constitution　hill。　I　was　confirmed　by　the　bishop。　My　mother's　sister　married　a　Montmorency。　It　was　a　working　plumber　was　my　ruination　when　I　was　pure。　
ZOE…FANNY　I　let　him　larrup　it　into　me　for　the　fun　of　it。　
FLORRY…TERESA　It　was　in　consequence　of　a　portwine　beverage　on　top　of　Hennessy's　three　stars　I　was　guilty　with　Whelan　when　he　slipped　into　the　bed。　
STEPHEN　In　the　beginning　was　the　word；　in　the　end　the　world　without　end。　Blessed　be　the　eight　beatitudes。　
（The　beatitudes；　Dixon；　Madden；　Crotthers；　Costello；　Lenehan；　Bannon；　Mulligan　and　Lynch　in　white　surgical　students'　gowns；　four　abreast；　goosestepping；　tramp　fast　past　in　noisy　marching。）　
THE　BEATITUDES　（Incoherently。）　Beer　beef　battledog　buybull　businum　barnum　buggerum　bishop。　
LYSTER　（In　quakergrey　kneebreeches　and　broadbrimmed　hat；　says　discreetly。）　He　is　our　friend。　I　need　not　mention　names。　Seek　thou　the　light。　
（He　corantos　by。　Best　enters　in　hairdresser　attire；　shinily　laundered；　his　locks　in　curlpapers。　He　leads　John　Eglinton　who　wears　a　mandarin's　kimono　of　Nankeen　yellow；　lizard…lettered；　and　a　high　pagoda　hat。）　
BEST　（Smiling；　lifts　the　hat　and　displays　a　shaven　poll　from　the　crown　of　which　bristles　a　pigtail　toupee　tied　with　an　orange　topknot。）　I　was　just　beautifying　him；　don't　you　know。　A　thing　of　beauty；　don't　you　know。　Yeats　says；　or　I　mean；　Keats　says。　（Produces　a　greencapped　dark　lantern　and　flashes　it　towards　a　corner；　with　carping　accent。）　Esthetics　and　cosmetics　are　for　the　boudoir。　I　am　out　for　truth。　Plain　truth　for　a　plain　man。　Tanderagee　wants　the　facts　and　means　to　get　them。　
（In　the　cone　of　the　search　light　behind　the　coalscuttle；　ollave；　holyeyed；　the　bearded　figure　of　Mananaan　MacLir　broods；　chin　on　knees。　He　rises　slowly。　A　cold　seawind　blows　from　his　druid　mantle。　About　his　head　writhe　eels　and　elvers。　He　is　encrusted　with　weeds　and　shells。　His　right　hand　holds　a　bicycle　pump。　His　left　hand　grasps　a　huge　crayfish　by　its　two　talons。）　
MANANAAN　MACLIR　（With　a　voice　of　waves。）　Aum！　Hek！　Wal！　Ak！　Lub！　Mor！　Ma！　White　yoghin　of　the　Gods。　Occult　pimander　of　Hermes　Trismegistos。　（With　a　voice　of　whistling　seawind。）　Punarjanam　patsypunjaub！　I　won't　have　my　leg　pulled。　It　has　been　said　by　one：　beware　the　left；　the　cult　of　Shakti。　（With　a　cry　of　stormbirds。）　Shakti；　Shiva！　Dark　hidden　Father！　（He　smites　with　his　bicycle　pump　the　crayfish　in　his　left　hand。　On　its　co…operative　dial　glow　the　twelve　signs　of　the　zodiac。　He　wails　with　the　vehemence　of　the　ocean。）　Aum！　Baum！　Pyjaum！　I　am　the　light　of　the　homestead；　I　am　the　dreamery　creamery　butter。　
（A　skeleton　judas　hand　strangles　the　light。　The　green　light　wanes　to　mauve。　The　gasjet　wails　whistling。）　
THE　GASJET　Pooah！　Pfuiiiiii！　
（Zoe　runs　to　the　chandelier　and；　crooking　her　leg；　adjusts　the　mantle。）　
ZOE　Who　has　a　fag　as　I'm　here？　
LYNCH　（Tossing　a　cigarette　on　to　the　table。）　Here。　
ZOE　（Her　head　perched　aside　in　mock　pride。）　Is　that　the　way　to　hand　the　pot　to　a　lady？　（She　stretches　up　to　light　the　cigarette　over　the　flame；　twirling　it　slowly；　showing　the　brown　tufts　of　her　armpits。　Lynch　with　his　poker　lifts　boldly　a　side　of　her　slip。　Bare　from　her　garters　up　her　flesh　appears　under　the　sapphire　a　nixie's　green。　She　puffs　calmly　at　her　cigarette。）　Can　you　see　the　beauty　spot　of　my　behind？　
LYNCH　I'm　not　looking。　
ZOE　（Makes　sheep's　eyes。）　No？　You　wouldn't　do　a　less　thing。　Would　you　suck　a　lemon？　
（Squinting　in　mock　shame　she　glances　with　sidelong　meaning　at　Bloom；　then　twists　round　towards　him；　pulling　her　slip　free　of　the　poker。　Blue　fluid　again　flows　over　her　flesh。　Bloom　stands；　smiling　desirously；　twirling　his　thumbs。　Kitty　Ricketts　licks　her　middle　finger　with　her　spittle　and　gazing　in　the　mirror；　smooths　both　eyebrows。　Lipoti　Virag；　basilicogrammate；　chutes　rapidly　down　through　the　chimneyflue　and　struts　two　steps　to　the　left　on　gawky　pink　stilts。　He　is　sausaged　into　several　overcoats　and　wears　a　brown　macintosh　under　which　he　holds　a　roll　of　parchment。　In　his　left　eye　flashes　the　monocle　of　Cashel　Boyle　O'Connor　Fitzmaurice　Tisdall　Farrell。　On　his　head　is　perched　an　Egyptian　pshent。　Two　quills　project　over　his　ears。）　
VIRAG　（Heels　together　bows。）　My　name　is　Virag　Lipoti；　of　Szombathely。　（He　coughs　thoughtfully；　drily。）　Promiscuous　nakedness　is　much　in　evidence　hereabouts；　eh？　Inadvertently　her　backview　revealed　the　fact　that　she　is　not　wearing　those　rather　intimate　garments　of　which　you　are　a　particular　devotee。　The　injection　mark　on　the　thigh　I　hope　you　perceived？　Good。　
BLOOM　Granpapachi。　But。。。　
VIRAG　Number　two　on　the　other　hand；　she　of　the　cherry　rouge　and　coiffeuse　white；　whose　hair　owes　not　a　little　to　our　tribal　elixir　of　gopherwood；　is　in　walking　costume　and　tightly　staysed　by　her　sit；　I　should　opine。　Backbone　in　front；　so　to　say。　Correct　me　but　I　always　understood　that　the　act　so　performed　by　skittish　humans　with　glimpses　of　lingerie　appealed　to　you　in　virtue　of　its　exhibitionististicicity。　In　a　word。　Hippogriff。　Am　I　right？　
BLOOM　She　is　rather　lean。　
VIRAG　（Not　unpleasantly。）　Absolutely！　Well　observed　and　those　pannier　pockets　of　the　skirt　and　slightly　pegtop　effect　are　devised　to　suggest　bunchiness　of　hip。　A　new　purchase　at　some　monster　sale　for　which　a　gull　has　been　mulcted。　Meretricious　finery　to　deceive　the　eye。　Observe　the　attention　to　details　of　dustspecks。　Never　put　on　you　tomorrow　what　you　can　wear　today。　Parallax！　（With　a　nervous　twitch　of　his　head。）　Did　you　hear　my　brain　go　snap？　Pollysyllabax！　
BLOOM　（An　elbow　resting　in　a　hand；　a　forefinger　against　his　cheek。）　She　seems　sad。　
VIRAG　（Cynically；　his　weasel　teeth　bared　yellow；　draws　down　his　left　eye　with　a　finger　and　barks　hoarsely。）　Hoax！　Beware　of　the　flapper　and　bogus　mournful。　Lily　of　the　alley。　All　possess　bachelor's　button　discovered　by　Rualdus　Colombus。　Tumble　her。　Columble　her。　Chameleon。　（More　genially。）　Well　then；　permit　me　to　draw　your　attention　to　item　number　three。　There　is　plenty　of　her　visible　to　the　naked　eye。　Observe　the　mass　of　oxygenated　vegetable　matter　on　her　skull。　What　ho；　she　bumps！　The　ugly　duckling　of　the　party；　longcasted　and　deep　in　keel。　
BLOOM　（Regretfully。）　When　you　e　out　without　your　gun。　
VIRAG　We　can　do　you　all　brands；　mild；　medium　and　strong。　Pay　your　money；　take　your　choice。　How　happy　could　you　be　with　either。。。　
BLOOM　With？。。。　
VIRAG　（His　tongue　upcurling。）　Lyum！　Look。　Her　beam　is　broad。　She　is　coated　with　quite　a　considerable　layer　of　fat。　Obviously　mammal　in　weight　of　bosom　you　remark　that　she　has　in　front　well　to　the　fore　two　protuberances　of　very　respectable　dimensions；　inclined　to　fall　in　the　noonday　soupplate；　while　on　her　rere　lower　down　are　two　additional　protuberances；　sugges