尤利西斯-第36章

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dear　Willun；　when　he　went　and　died　on　her；　raging　that　he　was　the　first　to　go；　Joan；　her　four　brothers；　Judith；　her　husband　and　all　her　sons；　Susan；　her　husband　too；　while　Susan's　daughter；　Elizabeth；　to　use　granddaddy's　words；　wed　her　second；　having　killed　her　first。
O　yes；　mention　there　is。　In　the　years　when　he　was　living　richly　in　royal　London　to　pay　a　debt　she　had　to　borrow　forty　shillings　from　her　father's　shepherd。　Explain　you　then。　Explain　the　swansong　too　wherein　he　has　mended　her　to　posterity。
He　faced　their　silence。
To　whom　thus　Eglinton：
You　mean　the　will。
That　has　been　explained；　I　believe；　by　jurists。
She　was　entitled　to　her　widow's　dower
At　mon　law。　His　legal　knowledge　was　great
Our　judges　tell　us。
Him　Satan　fleers；
Mocker：
And　therefore　he　left　out　her　name　
From　the　first　draft　but　he　did　not　leave　out　
The　presents　for　his　granddaughter；　for　his　daughters；　
For　his　sister；　for　his　old　cronies　in　Stratford　
And　in　London。　And　therefore　when　he　was　urged；　
As　I　believe；　to　name　her　
He　left　her　his　Secondbest
Bed。
Punkt
Leftherhis
Secondbest
Bestabed
Secabest
Leftabed。
Woa！　
　Pretty　countryfolk　had　few　chattels　then；　John　Eglinton　observed；　as　they　have　still　if　our　peasant　plays　are　true　to　type。　
　He　was　a　rich　countrygentleman；　Stephen　said；　with　a　coat　of　arms　and　landed　estate　at　Stratford　and　a　house　in　Ireland　yard；　a　capitalist　shareholder；　a　bill　promoter；　a　tithefarmer。　Why　did　he　not　leave　her　his　best　bed　if　he　wished　her　to　snore　away　the　rest　of　her　nights　in　peace？　
　It　is　clear　that　there　were　two　beds；　a　best　and　a　secondbest；　Mr　Secondbest　Best　said　finely。　
　Separatio　a　mensa　et　a　thalamo；　bettered　Buck　Mulligan　and　was　smiled　on。　
　Antiquity　mentions　famous　beds；　Second　Eglinton　puckered；　bedsmiling。　Let　me　think。　
　Antiquity　mentions　that　Stagyrite　schoolurchin　and　bald　heathen　sage；　Stephen　said；　who　when　dying　in　exile　frees　and　endows　his　slaves；　pays　tribute　to　his　elders；　wills　to　be　laid　in　earth　near　the　bones　of　his　dead　wife　and　bids　his　friends　be　kind　to　an　old　mistress　（don't　forget　Nell　Gwynn　Herpyllis）　and　let　her　live　in　his　villa。　
　Do　you　mean　he　died　so？　Mr　Best　asked　with　slight　concern。　I　mean。。。　
　He　died　dead　drunk；　Buck　Mulligan　capped。　A　quart　of　ale　is　a　dish　for　a　king。　O；　I　must　tell　you　what　Dowden　said！　
　What？　asked　Besteglinton。　
William　Shakespeare　and　pany；　limited。　The　people's　William。　For　terms　apply：　E。　Dowden；　Highfield　house。。。　
　Lovely！　Buck　Mulligan　suspired　amorously。　I　asked　him　what　he　thought　of　the　charge　of　pederasty　brought　against　the　bard。　He　lifted　his　hands　and　said：　All　we　can　say　is　that　life　ran　very　high　in　those　days。　Lovely！　
Catamite。　
　The　sense　of　beauty　leads　us　astray；　said　beautifulinsadness　Best　to　ugling　Eglinton。　
Steadfast　John　replied　severe：　
　The　doctor　can　tell　us　what　those　words　mean。　You　can　not　eat　your　cake　and　have　it。　
Sayest　thou　so？　Will　they　wrest　from　us；　from　me　the　palm　of　beauty？　
　And　the　sense　of　property；　Stephen　said。　He　drew　Shylock　out　of　his　own　long　pocket。　The　son　of　a　maltjobber　and　moneylender　he　was　himself　a　cornjobber　and　moneylender　with　ten　tods　of　corn　hoarded　in　the　famine　riots。　His　borrowers　are　no　doubt　those　divers　of　worship　mentioned　by　Chettle　Falstaff　who　reported　his　uprightness　of　dealing。　He　sued　a　fellowplayer　for　the　price　of　a　few　bags　of　malt　and　exacted　his　pound　of　flesh　in　interest　for　every　money　lent。　How　else　could　Aubrey's　ostler　and　callboy　get　rich　quick？　All　events　brought　grist　to　his　mill。　Shylock　chimes　with　the　jewbaiting　that　followed　the　hanging　and　quartering　of　the　queen's　leech　Lopez；　his　jew's　heart　being　plucked　forth　while　the　sheeny　was　yet　alive：　Hamlet　and　Macbeth　with　the　ing　to　the　throne　of　a　Scotch　philosophaster　with　a　turn　for　witchroasting。　The　lost　armada　is　his　jeer　in　Love's　Labour　Lost。　His　pageants；　the　histories；　sail　fullbellied　on　a　tide　of　Mafeking　enthusiasm。　Warwickshire　jesuits　are　tried　and　we　have　a　porter's　theory　of　equivocation。　The　Sea　Venture　es　home　from　Bermudas　and　the　play　Renan　admired　is　written　with　Patsy　Caliban；　our　American　cousin。　The　sugared　sonnets　follow　Sidney's。　As　for　fay　Elizabeth；　otherwise　carroty　Bess；　the　gross　virgin　who　inspired　The　Merry　Wives　of　Windsor；　let　some　meinherr　from　Almany　grope　his　life　long　for　deephid　meanings　in　the　depth　of　the　buckbasket。　
I　think　you're　getting　on　very　nicely。　Just　mix　up　a　mixture　of　theolologicophilolological。　Mingo；　minxi；　mictum；　mingere。　
　Prove　that　he　was　a　jew；　John　Eglinton　dared；　expectantly。　Your　dean　of　studies　holds　he　was　a　holy　Roman。　
Sufflaminandus　sum。　
　He　was　made　in　Germany；　Stephen　replied；　as　the　champion　French　polisher　of　Italian　scandals。　
　A　myriadminded　man；　Mr　Best　reminded。　Coleridge　called　him　myriadminded。　
Amplius。　In　societate　humana　hoc　est　maxime　necessarium　ut　sit　amicitia　inter　multos。　
　Saint　Thomas；　Stephen　began。。。　
　Ora　pro　nobis；　Monk　Mulligan　groaned；　sinking　to　a　chair。　
There　he　keened　a　wailing　rune。　
　Pogue　mahone！　Asushla　machree！　It's　destroyed　we　are　from　this　day！　It's　destroyed　we　are　surely！　
All　smiled　their　smiles。　
　Saint　Thomas；　Stephen；　smiling；　said；　whose　gorbellied　works　I　enjoy　reading　in　the　original；　writing　of　incest　from　a　standpoint　different　from　that　of　the　new　Viennese　school　Mr　Magee　spoke　of；　likens　it　in　his　wise　and　curious　way　to　an　avarice　of　the　emotions。　He　means　that　the　love　so　given　to　one　near　in　blood　is　covetously　withheld　from　some　stranger　who；　it　may　be；　hungers　for　it。　Jews；　whom　christians　tax　with　avarice；　are　of　all　races　the　most　given　to　inter…marriage。　Accusations　are　made　in　anger。　The　christian　laws　which　built　up　the　hoards　of　the　jews　（for　whom；　as　for　the　lollards；　storm　was　shelter）　bound　their　affections　too　with　hoops　of　steel。　Whether　these　be　sins　or　virtues　old　Nobodaddy　will　tell　us　at　doomsday　leet。　But　a　man　who　holds　so　tightly　to　what　he　calls　his　rights　over　what　he　calls　his　debts　will　hold　tightly　also　to　what　he　calls　his　rights　over　her　whom　he　calls　his　wife。　No　sir　smile　neighbour　shall　covet　his　ox　or　his　wife　or　his　manservant　or　his　maidservant　or　his　jackass。　
　Or　his　jennyass；　Buck　Mulligan　antiphoned。　
　Gentle　Will　is　being　roughly　handled；　gentle　Mr　Best　said　gently。　
　Which　Will？　gagged　sweetly　Buck　Mulligan。　We　are　getting　mixed。　
　The　will　to　live；　John　Eglinton　philosophised；　for　poor　Ann；　Will's　widow；　is　the　will　to　die。　
　Requiescat！　Stephen　prayed。　
What　of　all　the　will　to　do？
It　has　vanished　long　ago。。。　
　She　lies　laid　out　in　stark　stiffness　in　that　secondbest　bed；　the　mobled　queen；　even　though　you　prove　that　a　bed　in　those　days　was　as　rare　as　a　motor　car　is　now　and　that　its　carvings　were　the　wonder　of　seven　parishes。　In　old　age　she　takes　up　with　gospellers　（one　stayed　at　New　Place　and　drank　a　quart　of　sack　the　town　paid　for　but　in　which　bed　he　slept　it　skills　not　to　ask）　and　heard　she　had　a　soul。　She　read　or　had　read　to　her　his　chapbooks　preferring　them　to　the　Merry　Wives　and；　loosing　her　nightly　waters　on　the　jordan；　she　thought　over　Hooks　and　Eyes　for　Believers'　Breeches　and　The　most　Spiritual　Snuffbox　to　Make　the　Most　Devout　Souls　Sneeze。　Venus　had　twisted　her　lips　in　prayer。　Agenbite　of　inwit：　remorse　of　conscience。　It　is　an　age　of　exhausted　whoredom　groping　for　its　god。　
　History　shows　that　to　be　true；　inquit　Eglintonus　Chronolologos。　The　ages　succeed　one　another。　But　we　have　it　on　high　authority　that　a　man's　worst　enemies　shall　be　those　of　his　own　house　and　family。　I　feel　that　Russell　is　right。　What　do　we　care　for　his　wife　and　father？　I　should　say　that　only　family　poets　have　family　lives。　Falstaff　was　not　a　family　man。　I　feel　that　the　fat　knight　is　his　supreme　creation。　
Lean；　he　lay　back。　Shy；　deny　thy　kindred；　the　unco　guid。　Shy　supping　with　the　godless；　he　sneaks　the　cup。　A　sire　in　Ultonian　Antrim　bade　it　him。　Visits　him　here　on　quarter　days。　Mr　Magee；　sir；　there's　a　gentleman　to　see　you。　Me？　Says　he's　your　father；　sir。　Give　me　my　Wordsworth。　Enter　Magee　Mor　Matthew；　a　rugged　rough　rugheaded　kern；　in　strossers　with　a　buttoned　codpiece；　his　nether　stocks　bemired　with　clauber　of　ten　forests；　a　wand　of　wilding　in　his　hand。　
Your　own？　He　knows　your　old　fellow。　The　widower。　
Hurrying　to　her　squalid　deathlair　from　gay　Paris　on　the　quayside　I　touched　his　hand。　The　voice；　new　warmth；　speaking。　Dr　Bob　Kenny　is　attending　her。　The　eyes　that　wish　me　well。　But　do　not　know　me。　
　A　father；　Stephen　said；　battling　against　hopelessness；　is　a　necessary　evil。　He　wrote　the　play　in　the　months　that　followed　his　father's　death。　If　you　hold　that　he；　a　greying　man　with　two　marriageable　daughters；　with　thirtyfive　years　of　life；　nel　mezzo　del　cammin　di　nostra　vita；　with　fifty　of　experience；　is　the　beardless　undergraduate　from　Wittenberg　then　you　must　hold　that　his　seventyyear　old　mother　is　the　lustful　queen。　No。　The　corpse　of　John　Shakespeare　does　not　walk　the　night。　From　hour　to　hour　it　rots　and　rots。　He　rests；　disarmed　of　fatherhood；　having　devised　that　mystical　estate　upon　his　son。　Boccaccio's　Calandrino　was　the　first　and　last　man　who　felt　himself　with　child。　Fatherhood；　in　the　sense　of　conscious　begetting；　is　unknown　to　man。　It　is　a　mystical　estate；　an　apostolic　succession；　from　only　begetter　to　only　begotten。　On　that　mystery　and　not　on　the　madonna　which　the　cunning　Italian　intellect　flung　to　the　mob　of　Europe　the　church　is　founded　and　founded　irremovably　because　founded；　like　the　world；　macro…　and　microcosm；　upon　the　void。　Upon　incertitude；　upon　unlikelihood。　Amor　matris；　subjective　and　objective　genitive；　may　be　the　only　true　thing　in　life。　Paternity　may　be　a　legal　fiction。　Who　is　the　father　of　any　son　that　any　son　should　love　him　or　he　any　son？　
What　the　hell　are　you　driving　at？　
I　know。　Shut　up。　Blast　you！　I　have　reasons。　
Amplius。　Adhuc。　Iterum。　Postea。　
Are　you　condemned　to　do　this？　
　They　are　sundered　by　a　bodily　shame　so　steadfast　that　the　criminal　annals　of　the　world；　stained　with　all　other　incests　and　bestialities；　hardly　record　its　breach。　Sons　with　mothers；　sires　with　daughters；　lesbic　sisters；　loves　that　dare　not　speak　their　name；　nephews　with　grandmothers；　jailbirds　with　keyholes；　queens　with　prize　bulls。　The　sun　unborn　mars　beauty：　born；　he　brings　pain；　divides　affection；　increases　care。　He　is　a　male：　his　growth　is　his　father's　decline；　his　youth　his　father's　envy；　his　friend　his　father's　enemy。　
In　rue　Monsieur…le…Prince　I　thought　it。　
　What　links　them　in　nature？　An　instant　of　blind　rut。　Am　I　father？　If　I　were？　
Shrunken　uncertain　hand。　
　Sabellius；　the　African；　subtlest　heresiarch　of　all　the　beasts　of　the　field；　held　that　the　Father　was　Himself　His　Own　Son。　The　bulldog　of　Aquin；　with　whom　no　word　shall　be　impossible；　refutes　him。　Well：　if　the　father　who　has　not　a　son　be　not　a　father　can　the　son　who　has　not　a　father　be　a　son？　When　Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare　or　another　poet　of　the　same　name　in　the　edy　of　errors　wrote　Hamlet　he　was　not　the　father　of　his　own　son　merely　but；　being　no　more　a　son；　he　was　and　felt　himself　the　father　of　all　his　race；　the　father　of　his　own　grandfather；　the　father　of　his　unborn　grandson　who；　by　the　same　token；　never　was　born　for　nature；　as　Mr　Magee　understands　her；　abhors　perfection。　
Eglintoneyes；　quick　with　pleasure；　looked　up　shybrightly。　Gl