尤利西斯-第110章

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h；　his　jockey　cap　low　on　his　brow；　attends　him；　a　sneer　of　discontent　wrinkling　his　face。）　
STEPHEN　Vidi　aquam　egredientem　de　templo　a　latere　dextro。　Alleluia。　
（The　famished　snaggletusks　of　an　elderly　bawd　protrude　from　a　doorway。）　
THE　BAWD　（Her　voice　whispering　huskily。）　Sst！　e　here　till　I　tell　you。　Maidenhead　inside。　Sst。　
STEPHEN　（Altius　aliqantulum）　Et　omnes　ad　quos　pervenit　acqua　ista。　
THE　BAWD　（Spits　in　their　trail　her　jet　of　venom。）　Trinity　medicals。　Fallopian　tube。　All　prick　and　no　pence。　
（Edy　Boardman；　sniffling；　crouched　with　Bertha　Supple；　draws　her　shawl　across　her　nostrils。）　
EDY　BOARDMAN　（Bickering。）　And　say　the　one：　I　seen　you　up　Faithful　place　with　your　squarepusher；　the　greaser　off　the　railway；　in　his　etobed　hat。　Did　you；　says　I。　That's　not　for　you　to　say；　says　I。　You　never　seen　me　in　the　mantrap　with　a　married　highlander；　says　I。　The　likes　of　her！　Stag　that　one　is。　Stubborn　as　a　mule！　And　her　walking　with　two　fellows　the　one　time；　Kildbride　the　enginedriver　and　lancecorporal　Oliphant。　
STEPHEN　（Triumphaliter。）　Salvi　facti　i　sunt。　
（He　flourishes　his　ashplant　shivering　the　lamp　image；　shattering　light　over　the　world。　A　liver　and　white　spaniel　on　the　prowl　slinks　after　him；　growling。　Lynch　scar's　it　with　a　kick。）　
LYNCH　So　that？　
STEPHEN　（Looks　behind。）　So　that　gesture；　not　music；　not　odours；　would　be　a　universal　language；　the　gift　of　tongues　rendering　visible　not　the　lay　sense　but　the　first　entelechy；　the　structural　rhythm。　
LYNCH　Pornosophical　philotheology。　Metaphysics　in　Mecklenburg　street！　
STEPHEN　We　have　shrewridden　Shakespeare　and　henpecked　Socrates。　Even　the　allwisest　stagyrite　was　bitted；　bridled　and　mounted　by　a　light　of　love。　
LYNCH　Ba！　
STEPHEN　Anyway；　who　wants　two　gestures　to　illustrate　a　loaf　and　a　jug？　This　movement　illustrates　the　loaf　and　jug　of　bread　and　wine　in　Omar。　Hold　my　stick。　
LYNCH　Damn　your　yellow　stick。　Where　are　we　going？　
STEPHEN　Lecherous　lynx；　to　la　belle　dame　sans　merci；　Georgina　Johnson；　ad　deam　qui　laetificat　juventutem　meam。　
（Stephen　thrusts　the　ashplant　on　him　and　slowly　holds　out　his　hands；　his　head　going　back　till　both　hands　are　a　span　from　his　breast；　down　turned　in　planes　intersecting；　the　fingers　about　to　part；　the　left　being　higher。）　
LYNCH　Which　is　the　jug　of　bread？　It　skills　not。　That　or　the　customhouse。　Illustrate　thou。　Here　take　your　crutch　and　walk。　
（They　pass。　Tommy　Caffrey　scrambles　to　a　gaslamp　and；　clasping；　climbs　in　spasms。　From　the　top　spur　he　slides　down。　Jacky　Caffrey　clasps　to　climb。　The　navvy　lurches　against　the　lamp。　The　twins　scuttle　off　in　the　dark。　The　navvy；　swaying；　presses　a　forefinger　against　a　wing　of　his　nose　and　ejects　from　the　farther　nostril　a　long　liquid　jet　of　snot。　Shouldering　the　lamp　he　staggers　away　through　the　crowd　with　his　flaring　cresset。　
Snakes　of　river　fog　creep　slowly。　From　drains；　clefts；　cesspools；　middens　arise　on　all　sides　stagnant　fumes。　A　glow　leaps　in　the　south　beyond　the　seaward　reaches　of　the　river。　The　navvy　staggering　forward　cleaves　the　crowd　and　lurches　towards　the　tramsiding。　On　the　farther　side　under　the　railway　bridge　Bloom　appears　flushed；　panting；　cramming　bread　and　chocolate　into　a　side　pocket。　From　Gillens　hairdressers　window　a　posite　portrait　shows　him　gallant　Nelson's　image。　A　concave　mirror　at　the　side　presents　to　him　lovelorn　longlost　lugubru　Booloohoom。　Grave　Gladstone　sees　him　level　Bloom　for　Bloom。　He　passes；　struck　by　the　stare　of　truculent　Wellington　but　in　the　con　vex　mirror　grin　unstruck　the　bonham　eyes　and　fatchuck　cheekchops　of　Jollypoldy　the　rixdix　doldy。　
At　Antonio　Babaiotti's　door　Bloom　halts；　sweated　under　the　bright　arclamps。　He　disappears。　In　a　moment　he　reappears　and　hurries　on。）　
BLOOM　Fish　and　taters。　N。　g。　Ah！　
（He　disappears　into　Olhousen's；　the　pork　butcher's；　under　the　downing　rollshutter。　A　few　moments　later　he　emerges　from　under　the　shutter　puffing　Poldy；　blowing　Bloohoom。　In　each　hand　he　holds　a　parcel；　one　containing　a　lukewarm　pig's　crubeen；　the　other　a　cold　sheep's　trotter　sprinkled　with　wholepepper　He　gasps；　standing　upright。　Then　bending　to　one　side　he　presses　a　parcel　against　his　rib　and　groans。）　
BLOOM　Stitch　in　my　side。　Why　did　I　run？　
（He　takes　breath　with　care　and　goes　forward　slowly　towards　the　lampset　siding。　The　glow　leaps　again。）　
BLOOM　What　is　that？　A　flasher？　Searchlight。　
（He　stands　at　Cormack's　corner　watching。）　
BLOOM　Aurora　borealis　or　a　steel　foundry？　Ah；　the　brigade；　of　course。　South　side　anyhow。　Big　blaze。　Might　be　his　house。　Beggar's　bush。　We're　safe。　（He　hums　cheerfully。）　London's　burning；　London's　burning！　On　fire；　on　fire！　（He　catches　sight　of　the　navvy　lurching　through　the　crowd　at　the　farther　side　of　Talbot　street。）　I'll　miss　him。　Run。　Quick。　Better　cross　here。　
（He　darts　to　cross　the　road。　Urchins　shout。）　
THE　URCHINS　Mind　out；　mister！　（Two　cyclists；　with　lighted　paper　lanterns　aswing；　swim　by　him；　grazing　him；　their　bells　rattling。）　
THE　BELLS　Haltyaltyaltyall。　
BLOOM　（Halts　erect　stung　by　a　spasm。）　Ow。　
（He　looks　round；　darts　forward　suddenly。　Through　rising　fog　a　dragon　sandstrewer；　travelling　at　caution；　slews　heavily　down　upon　him；　its　huge　red　headlight　winking；　its　trolley　hissing　on　the　wire。　The　motorman　bangs　his　footgong。）　
THE　GONG　Bang　Bang　Bla　Bak　Blud　Bugg　Bloo。　
（The　brake　cracks　violently。　Bloom；　raising　a　policeman's　whitegloved　hand；　blunders　stifflegged；　out　of　the　track。　The　motorman　thrown　forward；　pugnosed；　on　the　guidewheel；　yells　as　he　slides　past　over　chains　and　keys。）　
THE　MOTORMAN　Hey；　shitbreeches；　are　you　doing　the　hattrick？　
BLOOM　（Bloom　trickleaps　to　the　curbstone　and　halts　again。　He　brushes　a　mudflake　from　his　cheek　with　a　parcelled　hand。）　No　thoroughfare。　Close　shave　that　but　cured　the　stitch。　Must　take　up　Sandow's　exercises　again。　On　the　hands　down。　Insure　against　street　accident　too。　The　Providential。　（He　feels　his　trouser　pocket。）　Poor　mamma's　panacea。　Heel　easily　catch　in　tracks　or　bootlace　in　a　cog。　Day　the　wheel　of　the　black　Maria　peeled　off　my　shoe　at　Leonard's　corner。　Third　time　is　the　charm。　Shoe　trick。　Insolent　driver。　I　ought　to　report　him。　Tension　makes　them　nervous。　Might　be　the　fellow　balked　me　this　morning　with　that　horsey　woman。　Same　style　of　beauty。　Quick　of　him　all　the　same。　The　stiff　walk。　True　word　spoken　in　jest。　That　awful　cramp　in　Lad　lane。　Something　poisonous　I　ate。　Emblem　of　luck。　Why？　Probably　lost　cattle。　Mark　of　the　beast。　（He　closes　his　eyes　an　instant。）　Bit　light　in　the　head。　Monthly　or　effect　of　the　other。　Brainfogfag。　That　tired　feeling。　Too　much　for　me　now。　Ow！　
（A　sinister　figure　leans　on　plaited　legs　against　O'Beirnes　wall；　a　visage　unknown；　injected　with　dark　mercury。　From　under　a　wideleaved　sombrero　the　figure　regards　him　with　evil　eye。）　
BLOOM　Buenos　noches；　se？orita　Blanca；　que　calle　es　esta？　
THE　FIGURE　（Impassive；　raises　a　signal　arm。）　Password。　Sraid　Mabbot。　
BLOOM　Haha。　Merci。　Esperanto。　Slan　leath。　（He　mutters。）　Gaelic　league　spy；　sent　by　that　fireeater。　
（He　steps　forward。　A　sackshouldered　ragman　bars　his　path。　He　steps　left；　ragsackman　left。）　
BLOOM　I　beg。　（He　swerves；　sidles；　stepsaside；　slips　past　and　on。）　
BLOOM　Keep　to　the　right；　right；　right。　If　there　is　a　fingerpost　planted　by　the　Touring　Club　at　Stepaside　who　procured　that　public　boon？　I　who　lost　my　way　and　contributed　to　the　columns　of　the　Irish　Cyclist　the　letter　headed；　In　darkest　Stepaside。　Keep；　keep；　keep　to　the　right。　Rags　and　bones；　at　midnight。　A　fence　more　likely。　First　place　murderer　makes　for。　Wash　off　his　sins　of　the　world。　
（Jacky　Caffrey；　hunted　by　Tommy　Caffrey；　runs　full　tilt　against　Bloom。）　
BLOOM　O！　
（Shocked；　on　weak　hams；　he　halts。　Tommy　and　Jacky　vanish　there；　there。　Bloom　pats　with　parcelled　hands　watch；　fobpocket；　bookpocket；　pursepocket；　sweets　of　sin；　potato　soap。）　
BLOOM　Beware　of　pickpockets。　Old　thieves'　dodge。　Collide。　Then　snatch　your　purse。　
（The　retriever　approaches　sniffling；　nose　to　the　ground。　A　sprawled　form　sneezes。　A　stooped　bearded　figure　appears　garbed　in　the　long　caftan　of　an　elder　in　Zion　and　a　smoking　cap　with　magenta　tassels。　Horned　spectacles　hang　down　at　the　wings　of　the　nose。　Yellow　poison　streaks　are　on　the　drawn　face。）　
RUDOLPH　Second　halfcrown　waste　money　today。　I　told　you　not　go　with　drunken　goy　ever。　So。　You　ca