尤利西斯-第108章

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ps　out　an　oath；　he　too；　and　on。　Bloom　stays　with　nurse　a　thought　to　send　a　kind　word　to　happy　mother　and　nurseling　up　there。　Doctor　Diet　and　Doctor　Quiet。　Looks　she　too　not　other　now？　Ward　of　watching　in　Horne's　house　has　told　its　tale　in　that　washedout　pallor。　Them　all　being　gone；　a　glance　of　motherwit　helping　he　whispers　close　in　going：　Madam；　when　es　the　storkbird　for　thee？　
The　air　without　is　impregnated　with　raindew　moisture；　life　essence　celestial；　glistering　on　Dublin　stone　there　under　starshiny　coelum。　God's　air；　the　Allfather's　air；　scintillant　circumambient　cessile　air。　Breathe　it　deep　into　thee。　By　heaven；　Theodore　Purefoy；　thou　hast　done　a　doughty　deed　and　no　botch！　Thou　art；　I　vow；　the　remarkablest　progenitor　barring　none　in　this　chaffering　allincluding　most　farraginous　chronicle。　Astounding！　In　her　lay　a　Godframed　Godgiven　preformed　possibility　which　thou　hast　fructified　with　thy　modicum　of　man's　work。　Cleave　to　her！　Serve！　Toil　on；　labour　like　a　very　bandog　and　let　scholarment　and　all　Malthusiasts　go　hang。　Thou　art　all　their　daddies；　Theodore。　Art　drooping　under　thy　load；　bemoiled　with　butcher's　bills　at　home　and　ingots　（not　thine！）　in　the　countinghouse？　Head　up？　For　every　newbegotten　thou　shalt　gather　thy　homer　of　ripe　wheat。　See；　thy　fleece　is　drenched。　Dost　envy　Darby　Dullman　there　with　his　Joan？　A　canting　jay　and　a　rheumeyed　curdog　is　all　their　progeny。　Pshaw；　I　tell　thee！　He　is　a　mule；　a　dead　gasteropod；　without　vim　or　stamina；　not　worth　a　cracked　kreutzer。　Copulation　without　population！　No；　say　I！　Herod's　slaughter　of　the　innocents　were　the　truer　name。　Vegetables；　forsooth；　and　sterile　cohabitation！　Give　her　beefsteaks；　red；　raw；　bleeding！　She　is　a　hoary　pandemonium　of　ills；　enlarged　glands；　mumps；　quinsy；　bunions；　hayfever；　bedsores；　ringworm；　floating　kidney；　Derbyshire　neck；　warts；　bilious　attacks；　gallstones；　cold　feet；　varicose　veins。　A　truce　to　threnes　and　trentals　and　jeremies　and　all　such　congenital　defunctive　music。　Twenty　years　of　it；　regret　them　not。　With　thee　it　was　not　as　with　many　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。