尤利西斯-第109章

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version？　I　think　that　yes。　Sure　thing。　Land　him　in　chokeechokee　if　the　harman　beck　copped　the　game。　Madden　back　Madden's　a　maddening　back。　O；　lust；　our　refuge　and　our　strength。　Decamping。　Must　you　go？　Off　to　mammy。　Stand　by。　Hide　my　blushes　someone。　All　in　if　he　spots　me。　eahome；　our　Bantam。　Horryvar；　mong　vioo。　Dinna　forget　the　cowslips　for　hersel。　Cornfide。　Wha　gev　ye　thon　colt？　Pal　to　pal。　Jannock。　Of　John　Thomas；　her　spouse。　No　fake；　old　man　Leo。　S'elp　me；　honest　injun。　Shiver　my　timbers　if　I　had。　There's　a　great　big　holy　friar。　Vyfor　you　no　me　tell？　Vel；　I　ses；　if　that　aint　a　sheeny　nachez；　vel；　I　vil　get　misha　mishinnah。　Through　yerd　our　lord；　Amen。　
You　move　a　motion？　Steve　boy；　you're　going　it　some。　More　bluggy　drunkables？　Will　immensely　splendiferous　stander　permit　one　stooder　of　most　extreme　poverty　and　one　largesize　grandacious　thirst　to　terminate　one　expensive　inaugurated　libation？　Give's　a　breather。　Landlord；　landlord；　have　you　good　wine；　staboo？　Hoots；　mon；　wee　drap　to　pree。　Cut　and　some　again。　Right　Boniface！　Absinthe　the　lot。　Nos　omnes　biberimus　viridum　toxicum　diabolus　capiat　posteriora　nostra　Closingtime；　gents。　Eh？　Rome　boose　for　the　Bloom　toff。　I　hear　you　say　onions？　Bloo？　Cadges　ads？　Photo's　papli；　by　all　that's　gorgeous！　Play　low；　pardner。　Slide。　Bonsoir　la　pagnie。　And　snares　of　the　poxfiend。　Where's　the　buck　and　Namby　Amby？　Skunked？　Leg　bail。　Aweel；　ye　maun　e'en　gang　yer　gates。　Checkmate。　King　to　tower。　Kind　Kristyann　will　yu　help；　yung　man　hoose　frend　tuk　bungalo　kee　to　find　plais　whear　to　lay　crown　off　his　hed　2　night。　Crickey；　I'm　about　sprung。　Tarnally　dog　gone　my　shins　if　this　beent　the　bestest　putties　longbreakyet。　Item；　curate；　couple　of　cookies　for　this　child。　Cot's　plood　and　prandypalls；　none！　Not　a　pite　of　sheeses？　Thrust　syphilis　down　to　hell　and　with　him　those　other　licensed　spirits。　Time。　Who　wander　through　the　world。　Health　all。　A　la　v？tre！　
Golly；　whatten　tunket's　yon　guy　in　the　mackintosh？　Dusty　Rhodes。　Peep　at　his　wearables。　By　mighty！　What's　he　got？　Jubilee　mutton。　Bovril；　by　James。　Wants　it　real　bad。　D'ye　ken　bare　socks？　Seedy　cuss　in　the　Richmond？　Rawthere！　Thought　he　had　a　deposit　of　lead　in　his　penis。　Trumpery　insanity。　Bartle　the　Bread　we　calls　him。　That；　sir；　was　once　a　prosperous　cit。　Man　all　tattered　and　torn　that　married　a　maiden　all　forlorn。　Slung　her　hook；　she　did。　Here　see　lost　love。　Walking　Mackintosh　of　lonely　canyon。　Tuck　and　turn　in。　Schedule　time。　Nix　for　the　hornies。　Pardon？　See　him　today　at　a　runefal？　Chum　o　yourn　passed　in　his　checks？　Ludamassy！　Pore　picanninies！　Thou'll　no　be　telling　me　thot；　Pold　veg！　Did　urns　blubble　bigsplash　crytears　cos　fries　Padney　was　took　off　in　black　bag？　Of　all　de　darkies　Massa　Pat　was　verra　best。　I　never　see　the　like　since　I　was　born。　Tiens；　tiens；　but　it　is　well　sad；　that；　my　faith；　yes。　O　get；　rev　on　a　gradient　one　in　nine。　Live　axle　drives　are　souped。　Lay　you　two　to　one　Jenatzy　licks　him　ruddy　well　hollow。　Jappies？　High　angle　fire；　inyah！　Sunk　by　war　specials。　Be　worse　for　him；　says　he；　nor　any　Rooshian。　Time　all。　There's　eleven　of　them。　Get　ye　gone。　Forward；　woozy　wobblers！　Night。　Night。　May　Allah；　the　Excellent　One；　your　soul　this　night　ever　tremendously　conserve。　
Your　attention！　We're　nae　thy　fou。　The　Leith　police　dismisseth　us。　The　least　tholice。　Ware　hawks　for　the　chap　puking。　Unwell　in　his　abominable　regions。　Yooka。　Night。　Mona；　my　thrue　love。　Yook。　Mona；　my　own　love。　Ook。　
Hark！　Shut　your　obstropolos。　Pflaap！　Pflaap！　Blaze　on。　There　she　goes。　Brigade！　Bout　ship。　Mount　street　way。　Cut　up。　Pflaap！　Tally　ho。　You　not　e？　Run；　skelter；　race。　Pflaaaap！　
Lynch！　Hey？　Sign　on　long　o　me。　Denzille　lane　this　way。　Change　here　for　Bawdyhouse。　We　two；　she　said；　will　seek　the　kips　there　shady　Mary　is。　Righto；　any　old　time。　Laetabuntur　in　cubilibus　suis。　You　ing　long？　Whisper；　who　the　sooty　hell's　the　johnny　in　the　black　duds？　Hush！　Sinned　against　the　light　and　even　now　that　day　is　at　hand　when　he　shall　e　to　judge　the　world　by　fire。　Pflaap！　Ut　implerentur　scripturae。　Strike　up　a　ballad。　Then　outspake　medical　Dick　to　his　rade　medical　Davy。　Christicle；　who's　this　excrement　yellow　gospeller　on　the　Merrion　hall？　Elijah　is　ing　washed　in　the　Blood　of　the　Lamb。　e　on；　you　winefizzling　ginsizzling　booseguzzling　existences！　e　on；　you　dog…gone；　bullnecked；　beetlebrowed；　hogjowled；　peanutbrained；　weaseleyed　four　flushers；　false　alarms　and　excess　baggage！　e　on；　you　triple　extract　of　infamy！　Alexander　J。　Christ　Dowie；　that's　yanked　to　glory　most　half　this　planet　from　'Frisco　Beach　to　Vladivostok。　The　Deity　ain't　no　nickel　dime　bumshow。　I　put　it　to　you　that　he's　on　the　square　and　a　corking　fine　business　proposition。　He's　the　grandest　thing　yet　and　don't　you　forget　it。　Shout　salvation　in　King　Jesus。　You'll　need　to　rise　precious　early；　you　sinner　there；　if　you　want　to　diddle　the　Almighty　God。　Pflaaaap！　Not　half。　He's　got　a　coughmixture　with　a　punch　in　it　for　you；　my　friend；　In　his　backpocket。　Just　you　try　it　on。　
Circe
The　Mabbot　street　entrance　of　nighttown；　before　which　stretches　an　uncobbled　transiding　set　with　skeleton　tracks；　red　and　green　will…o'…the…wisps　and　danger　signals。　Rows　of　flimsy　houses　with　gaping　doors。　Rare　lamps　with　faint　rainbow　fans。　Round　Rabaiotti's　halted　ice　gondola　stunted　men　and　women　squabble。　They　grab　wafers　between　which　are　wedged　lumps　of　coal　and　copper　snow。　Sucking；　they　scatter　slowly。　Children。　The　swanb　of　the　gondola；　highreared；　forges　on　through　the　murk；　white　and　blue　under　a　lighthouse。　Whistles　call　and　answer。　
THE　CALLS　Wait；　my　love；　and　I'll　be　with　you。　
THE　ANSWERS　Round　behind　the　stable。　
（A　deaf　mute　idiot　with　goggle　eyes；　his　shapeless　mouth　dribbling；　jerks　past；　shaken　in　Saint　Vitus'　dance。　A　chain　of　children's　hands　imprisons　him。）　
THE　CHILDREN　Kithoguel　Salute。　
THE　IDIOT　（Lifts　a　palsied　left　arm　and　gurgles。）　Grhahute！　
THE　CHILDREN　Where's　the　great　light？　
THE　IDIOT　（Gobbing。）　Ghaghahest。　
（They　release　him。　He　jerks　on。　A　pygmy　woman　swings　on　a　rope　slung　between　the　railings；　counting。　A　form　sprawled　against　a　dustbin　and　muffled　by　its　arm　and　hat　moves；　groans；　grinding　growling　teeth；　and　snores　again。　On　a　step　a　gnome　totting　among　a　rubbish　tip　crouches　to　shoulder　a　sack　of　rags　and　bones。　A　crone　standing　by　with　a　smoky　oil　lamp　rams　the　last　bottle　in　the　maw　of　his　sack。　He　heaves　his　booty；　tugs　askew　his　peaked　cap　and　hobbles　off　mutely。　The　crone　makes　back　for　her　lair　swaying　her　lamp。　A　bandy　child；　asquat　on　the　doorstep　with　a　papershuttlecock；　crawls　sidling　after　her　in　spurts；　clutches　her　skirt；　scrambles　up。　A　drunken　navvy　ups　with　both　hands　the　railings　of　an　area；　lurching　heavily。　At　a　corner　two　night　watch　in　shoulder　capes；　their　hands　upon　their　staffholsters；　loom　tall。　A　plate　crashes；　a　woman　screams；　a　child　wails。　Oaths　of　a　man　roar；　mutter；　cease。　Figures　wander；　lurk；　peer　from　warrens。　In　a　room　lit　by　a　candle　stuck　in　a　bottleneck　a　slut　bs　out　the　tatts　from　the　hair　of　a　scrofulous　child。　Cissy　Caffrey's　voice；　still　young；　sings　shrill　from　a　lane。）　
CISSY　CAFFREY　
I　gave　it　to　Molly　
Because　she　was　jolly；　
The　leg　of　the　duck　
The　leg　of　the　duck。
（Private　Cart　and　Private　pton；　swaggersticks　tight　in　their　oxters；　as　they　march　unsteadily　rightaboutface　and　burst　together　from　their　mouths　a　volleyed　fart。　Laughter　of　men　from　the　lane。　A　hoarse　virago　retorts。）　
THE　VIRAGO　Signs　on　you；　hairy　arse。　More　power　the　Cavan　girl。　
CISSY　CAFFREY　More　luck　to　me。　Cavan；　Cootehill　and　Belturbet。　
（She　sings。）　
I　gave　it　to　Nelly　
To　stick　in　her　belly　
The　leg　of　the　duck　
The　leg　of　the　duck。
（Private　Cart　and　Private　pton　turn　and　counterretort；　their　tunics　bloodbright　in　a　lampglow；　black　sockets　of　caps　on　their　blond　copper　polls。　Stephen　Dedalus　and　Lynch　pass　through　the　crowd　close　to　the　redcoats。）　
PRIVATE　PTON　（Jerks　his　finger。）　Way　for　the　parson。　
PRIVATE　CARR　（Turns　and　calls。）　What　ho；　parson！　
CISSY　CAFFREY　（Her　voice　soaring　higher。）　
She　has　it；　she　got　it；
Wherever　she　put　it
The　leg　of　the　duck。
（Stephen；　flourishing　the　ashplant　in　his　left　hand；　chants　with　joy　the　introit　for　paschal　time。　Lynch；　his　jockey　cap　low　on　his　brow；　attends　him；　a　sneer　of　discontent　wrinkling　his　face。）　
STEPHEN