尤利西斯-第26章

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J。　J。　O'Molloy　pulled　a　long　face　and　walked　on　silently。　They　caught　up　on　the　others　and　walked　abreast。　
　When　they　have　eaten　the　brawn　and　the　bread　and　wiped　their　twenty　fingers　in　the　paper　the　beard　was　wrapped　in；　they　go　nearer　to　the　railings。　
　Something　for　you；　the　professor　explained　to　Myles　Crawford。　Two　old　Dublin　women　on　the　top　of　Nelson's　pillar。　
Some　Column！　…　That's　What　Waddler　One　Said
　That's　new；　Myles　Crawford　said。　That's　copy。　Out　for　the　waxies'　Dargle。　Two　old　trickies；　what？　
　But　they　are　afraid　the　pillar　will　fall；　Stephen　went　on。　They　see　the　roofs　and　argue　about　where　the　different　churches　are：　Rathmines'　blue　dome；　Adam　and　Eve's；　saint　Laurence　O'Toole's。　But　it　makes　them　giddy　to　look　so　they　pull　up　their　skirts。。。　
Those　Slightly　Rambunctious　Females
　Easy　all；　Myles　Crawford　said；　no　poetic　licence。　We're　in　the　archdiocese　here。　
　And　settle　down　on　their　striped　petticoats；　peering　up　at　the　statue　of　the　onehandled　adulterer。　
　Onehandled　adulterer！　the　professor　cried。　I　like　that。　I　see　the　idea。　I　see　what　you　mean。　
Dames　Donate　Dublin's　Cits　Speedpills　Velocitous　Aeroliths；　Belief
　It　gives　them　a　crick　in　their　necks；　Stephen　said；　and　they　are　too　tired　to　look　up　or　down　or　to　speak。　They　put　the　bag　of　plums　between　them　and　eat　the　plums　out　of　it　one　after　another；　wiping　off　with　their　handkerchiefs　the　plumjuice　that　dribbles　out　of　their　mouths　and　spitting　the　plumstones　slowly　out　between　the　railings。　
He　gave　a　sudden　loud　young　laugh　as　a　close。　Lenehan　and　Mr　O'Madden　Burke；　hearing；　turned；　beckoned　and　led　on　across　towards　Mooney's。　
　Finished？　Myles　Crawford　said。　So　long　as　they　do　no　worse。　
Sophist　Wallops　Haughty　Helen　Square　on　Proboscis。　Spartans　Gnash　Molars。　Ithacans　Vow　Pen　is　Champ
　You　remind　me　of　Antisthenes；　the　professor　said；　a　disciple　of　Gorgias；　the　sophist。　It　is　said　of　him　that　none　could　tell　if　he　were　bitterer　against　others　or　against　himself。　He　was　the　son　of　a　noble　and　a　bondwoman。　And　he　wrote　a　book　in　which　he　took　away　the　palm　of　beauty　from　Argive　Helen　and　handed　it　to　poor　Penelope。　
Poor　Penelope。　Penelope　Rich。　
They　made　ready　to　cross　O'Connell　street。　
Hello　There；　Central！
At　various　points　along　the　eight　lines　tramcars　with　motionless　trolleys　stood　in　their　tracks；　bound　for　or　from　Rathmines；　Rathfarnham；　Blackrock；　Kingstown　and　Dalkey；　Sandymount　Green；　Ringsend　and　Sandymount　Tower；　Donnybrook；　Palmerston　Park　and　Upper　Rathmines；　all　still；　becalmed　in　short　circuit。　Hackney　cars；　cabs；　delivery　waggons；　mail…vans；　private　broughams；　aerated　mineral　water　floats　with　rattling　crates　of　bottles；　rattled；　lolled；　horsedrawn；　rapidly。　
What？　…　and　Likewise　…　Where？
　But　what　do　you　call　it？　Myles　Crawford　asked。　Where　did　they　get　the　plums？　
Virgilian；　Says　Pedagogue。　Sophomore　Plumps　for　Old　Man　Moses
　Call　it；　wait；　the　professor　said；　opening　his　long　lips　wide　to　reflect。　Call　it；　let　me　see。　Call　it：　deus　nobis　hc　otia　fecit。　
　No；　Stephen　said；　I　call　it　A　Pisgah　Sight　of　Palestine　or　the　Parable　of　the　Plums。　
　I　see；　the　professor　said。　
He　laughed　richly。　
　I　see；　he　said　again　with　new　pleasure。　Moses　and　the　promised　land。　We　gave　him　that　idea；　he　added　to　J。　J。　O'Molloy。　
Horatio　is　Cynosure　this　Fair　June　Day
J。　J。　O'Molloy　sent　a　weary　sidelong　glance　cowards　the　statue　and　held　his　peace。　
　I　see；　the　professor　said。　
He　halted　on　sir　John　Gray's　pavement　island　and　peered　aloft　at　Nelson　through　the　meshes　of　his　wry　smile。　
Diminished　Digits　Prove　Too　Titillating　for　Frisky　Frumps。　Anne　Wimbles；　Flo　Wangles　…　Yet　Can　You　Blame　Them？
　Onehandled　adulterer；　he　said　grimly。　That　tickles　me　I　must　say。　　Tickled　the　old　ones　too；　Myles　Crawford　said；　if　the　God　Almighty's　truth　was　known。　
Lestrygonians
PINEAPPLE　ROCK；　LEMON　PLATT；　BUTTER　SCOTCH。　A　SUGARSTICKY　GIRL　shovelling　scoopfuls　of　creams　for　a　christian　brother。　Some　school　treat。　Bad　for　their　tummies。　Lozenge　and　fit　manufacturer　to　His　Majesty　the　King。　God。　Save。　Our。　Sitting　on　his　throne；　sucking　red　jujubes　white。　
A　sombre　Y。M。C。A。　young　man；　watchful　among　the　warm　sweet　fumes　of　Graham　Lemon's；　placed　a　throwaway　in　a　hand　of　Mr　Bloom。　
Heart　to　heart　talks。　
Bloo。。。　Me？　No。　
Blood　of　the　Lamb。　
His　slow　feet　walked　him　riverward；　reading。　Are　you　saved？　All　are　washed　in　the　blood　of　the　lamb。　God　wants　blood　victim。　Birth；　hymen；　martyr；　war；　foundation　of　a　building；　sacrifice；　kidney　burntoffering；　druid's　altars。　Elijah　is　ing。　Dr　John　Alexander　Dowie；　restorer　of　the　church　in　Zion；　is　ing。　
Is　ing！　Is　ing！！　Is　ing！！！
All　heartily　wele。
Paying　game。　Torry　and　Alexander　last　year。　Polygamy。　His　wife　will　put　the　stopper　on　that。　Where　was　that　ad　some　Birmingham　firm　the　luminous　crucifix？　Our　Saviour。　Wake　up　in　the　dead　of　night　and　see　him　on　the　wall；　hanging。　Pepper's　ghost　idea。　Iron　nails　ran　in。　
Phosphorus　it　must　be　done　with。　If　you　leave　a　bit　of　codfish　for　instance。　I　could　see　the　bluey　silver　over　it。　Night　I　went　down　to　the　pantry　in　the　kitchen。　Don't　like　all　the　smells　in　it　waiting　to　rush　out。　What　was　it　she　wanted？　The　Malaga　raisins。　Thinking　of　Spain。　Before　Rudy　was　born。　The　phosphorescence；　that　bluey　greeny。　Very　good　for　the　brain。　
From　Butler's　monument　house　corner　he　glanced　along　Bachelor's　walk。　Dedalus'　daughter　there　still　outside　Dillon's　auctionrooms。　Must　be　selling　off　some　old　furniture。　Knew　her　eyes　at　once　from　the　father。　Lobbing　about　waiting　for　him。　Home　always　breaks　up　when　the　mother　goes。　Fifteen　children　he　had。　Birth　every　year　almost。　That's　in　their　theology　or　the　priest　won't　give　the　poor　woman　the　confession；　the　absolution。　Increase　and　multiply。　Did　you　ever　hear　such　an　idea？　Eat　you　out　of　house　and　home。　No　families　themselves　to　feed。　Living　on　the　fat　of　the　land。　Their　butteries　and　larders。　I'd　like　to　see　them　do　the　black　fast　Yom　Kippur。　Crossbuns。　One　meal　and　a　collation　for　fear　he'd　collapse　on　the　altar。　A　housekeeper　of　one　of　those　fellows　If　you　could　pick　it　out　of　her。　Never　pick　it　out　of　her。　Like　getting　L。　s。　d。　out　of　him。　Does　himself　well。　No　guests。　All　for　number　one。　Watching　his　water。　Bring　your　own　bread　and　butter。　His　reverence。　Mum's　the　word。　
Good　Lord；　that　poor　child's　dress　is　in　flitters。　Underfed　she　looks　too。　Potatoes　and　marge；　marge　and　potatoes。　It's　after　they　feel　it。　Proof　of　the　pudding。　Undermines　the　constitution。　
As　he　set　foot　on　O'Connell　bridge　a　puffball　of　smoke　plumed　up　from　the　parapet。　Brewery　barge　with　export　stout。　England。　Sea　air　sours　it；　I　heard。　Be　interesting　some　day　get　a　pass　through　Hancock　to　see　the　brewery。　Regular　world　in　itself。　Vats　of　porter；　wonderful。　Rats　get　in　too。　Drink　themselves　bloated　as　big　as　a　collie　floating。　Dead　drunk　on　the　porter。　Drink　till　they　puke　again　like　christians。　Imagine　drinking　that！　Rats：　vats。　Well　of　course　if　we　knew　all　the　things。　
Looking　down　he　saw　flapping　strongly；　wheeling　between　the　gaunt　quay　walls；　gulls。　Rough　weather　outside。　If　I　threw　myself　down？　Reuben　J's　son　must　have　swallowed　a　good　bellyful　of　that　sewage。　One　and　eightpence　too　much。　Hhhhm。　It's　the　droll　way　he　es　out　with　the　things。　Knows　how　to　tell　a　story　too。　
They　wheeled　lower。　Looking　for　grub。　Wait。　
He　threw　down　among　them　a　crumpled　paper　ball。　Elijah　thirtytwo　feet　per　sec　is　。　Not　a　bit。　The　ball　bobbed　unheeded　on　the　wake　of　swells；　floated　under　by　the　bridge　piers。　Not　such　damn　fools。　Also　the　day　I　threw　that　stale　cake　out　of　the　Erin's　King　picked　it　up　in　the　wake　fifty　yards　astern。　Live　by　their　wits。　They　wheeled；　flapping。　
The　hungry　famished　gull
Flaps　o'er　the　waters　dull。
That　is　how　poets　write；　the　similar　sounds。　But　then　Shakespeare　has　no　rhymes：　blank　verse。　The　flow　of　the　language　it　is。　The　thoughts。　Solemn。　
Hamlet；　I　am　thy　father's　spirit
Doomed　for　a　certain　time　to　walk　the　earth。
　Two　apples　a　penny！　Two　for　a　penny！　
His　gaze　passed　over　the　glazed　apples　serried　on　her　stand。　Australians　they　must　be　this　time　of　year。　Shiny　peels：　polishes　them　up　with　a　rag　or　a　handkerchief。　
Wait。　Those　poor　birds。　
He　halted　again　and　bought　from　the　old　applewoman　two　Banbury　cakes　for　a　penny　and　broke　the　brittle　paste　and　threw　its　fragments　down　into　the　Liffey。　See　that？　The　gulls　swooped　silently　two；　then　all；　from　their　heights；　pouncing　on　prey。　Gone。　Every　morsel。　
Aware　of　their　greed　and　cunning　he　shook　the　powdery　crumb　from　his　hands。　They　never　expected　that。　Manna。　Live　on　fishy　flesh　they　have　to；　all　sea　birds；　gulls；　seagoose。　Swans　from　Anna　Liffey　swim　down　here　sometimes　to　preen　themselves。　No　accounting　for　tastes。　Wonder　what　kind　is　swanmeat。　Robinson　Crusoe　had　to　live　on　them。　
They　wheeled；　flapping　weakly。　I'm　not　going　to　throw　any　more。　Penny　quite　enough。　Lot　of　thanks　I　get。　Not　even　a　caw。　They　spread　foot　and　mouth　disease　too。　If　you　cram　a　turkey；　say；　on　chestnut　meal　it　tastes　like　that。　Eat　pig　like　pig。　But　then　why　is　it　that　saltwater　fish　are　not　salty？　How　is　that？　
His　eyes　sought　answer　from　the　river　and　saw　a　rowboat　rock　at　anchor　on　the　treacly　swells　lazily　its　plastered　board。　
Kino's　
11/…　
Trousers。　
Good　idea　that。　Wonder　if　he　pays　rent　to　the　corporation。　How　can　you　own　water　really？　It's　always　flowing　in　a　stream；　never　the　same；　which　in　the　stream　of　life　we　trace。　Because　life　is　a　stream。　All　kind　of　places　are　good　for　ads。　That　quack　doctor　for　the　clap　used　to　be　stuck　up　in　all　the　greenhouses。　Never　see　it　now。　Strictly　confidential。　Dr　Hy　Franks。　Didn't　cost　him　a　red　like　Maginni　the　dancing　master　self　advertisement。　Got　fellows　to　stick　them　up　or　stick　them　up　himself　for　that　matter　on　the　q。t。　running　in　to　loosen　a　button。　Fly　by　night。　Just　the　place　too。　POST　NO　BILLS。　POST　110　PILLS。　Some　chap　with　a　dose　burning　him。　
If　he。。。　
O！　
Eh？　
No。。。　No。　
No；　no。　I　don't　believe　it。　He　wouldn't　surely？　
No；　no。　
Mr　Bloom　moved　forward　raising　his　troubled　eyes。　Think　no　more　about　that。　After　one。　Timeball　on　the　ballast　office　is　down。　Dunsink　time。　Fascinating　little　book　that　is　of　sir　Robert　Ball's。　Parallax。　I　never　exactly　understood。　There's　a　priest。　Could　ask　him。　Par　it's　Greek：　parallel；　parallax。　Met　him　pikehoses　she　called　it　till　I　told　her　about　the　transmigration。　O　rocks！　
Mr　Bloom　smiled　O　rocks　at　two　windows　of　the　ballast　office。　She's　right　after　all。　Only　big　words　for　ordinary　things　on　account　of　the　sound。　She's　not　exactly　witty。　Can　be　rude　too。　Blurt　out　what　I　was　thinking。　Still　I　don't　know。　She　used　to　say　Ben　Dollard　had　a　base　barreltone　voice。　He　has　legs　like　barrels　and　you'd　think　he　was　singing　into　a　barrel。　Now；　isn't　that　wit？　They　used　to　call　him　big　Ben。　Not　half　as　witty　as　calling　him　base　barreltone。　Appetite　like　an　albatross。　Get　outside　of　a　baron　of　beef。　Powerful　man　he　was　at　storing　away　number　one　Bass。　Barrel　of　Bass。　See？　it　all　works　out。　
A　procession　of　whitesmocked　men　marched　slowly　towards　him　along　the　gutter；　scarlet　sashes　across　their　boards。　Bargains。　Like　that　priest　they　are　this　morning：　we　have　sinned：　we　have　suffered。　He　read　the　scarlet　letters　on　their　five　tall　white　hats：　H。　E。　L。　Y。　S。　Wisdom　Hely's。　Y　lagging　b