尤利西斯-第172章
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otto voce。 Do you think they are genuine？ He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots。 Look at him。
Yet still； though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air； life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel。
He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and Sherlockholmesing him up； ever since he clapped eyes on him。 Though a wellpreserved man of no little stamina； if a trifle prone to baldness； there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity。 He might even have done for his man； supposing it was his own case he told； as people often did about others； namely； that he killed him himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage （no relation to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen Of our national poet） who expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described。 On the other hand he might be only bluffing； a pardonable weakness； because meeting unmistakable mugs； Dublin residents； like those jarvies waiting news from abroad； would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera。 And when all was said and done； the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him。
Mind you； I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention； he resumed。 Analogous scenes are occasionally； if not often； met with。 Giants； though； that is rather a far cry you see once in a way。 Marcella； the midget queen。 In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs； as they are called； sitting bowlegged。 They couldn't straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here； you see； he proceeded； indicating on his panion the brief outline； the sinews； or whatever you like to call them； behind the right knee； were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up； being adored as gods。 There's an example again of simple souls。
However； reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures （who reminded him a bit of Ludwig； alias Ledwidge； when he occupied the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the management in the Flying Dutchman； a stupendous success； and his host of admirers came in large numbers； everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of any sort； phantom or the reverse； on the stage usually fell a bit flat as also did trains）； there was nothing intrinsically inpatible about it； he conceded。 On the contrary； that stab in the back touch was quite in keeping with those Italianos； though candidly he was none the less free to admit those ice creamers and friers in the fish way； not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth； over in little Italy there； near the Coombe； were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline persuasion of others at night so as to have a good old succulent tuck in with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on the quiet and； he added； on the cheap。
Spaniards； for instance； he continued； passionate temperaments like that； impetuous as Old Nick； are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus double quick with those poignards they carry in the abdomen。 It es from the great heat； climate generally。 My wife is； so to speak； Spanish； half； that is。 Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted； having been born in （technically） Spain； i。e。 Gibraltar。 She has the Spanish type。 Quite dark； regular brunette； black。 I； for one； certainly believe climate accounts for character。 That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian。
The temperaments at the door； Stephen interposed with； were very passionate about ten shillings。 Roberto ruba roba sua。
Quite so； Mr Bloom dittoed。
Then； Stephen said； staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere； we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles triangle； Miss Portinari； he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino。
It's in the blood； Mr Bloom acceded at once。 All are washed in the blood of the sun。 Coincidence； I just happened to be in the Kildare street Museum today； shortly prior to our meeting； if I can so call it； and I was just looking at those antique statues there。 The splendid proportions of hips； bosom。 You simply don't knock against those kind of women here。 An exception here and there。 Handsome； yes； pretty in a way you find； but what I'm talking about is the female form。 Besides； they have so little taste in dress； most of them； which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty； no matter what you say。 Rumpled stockings … it may be； possibly is； a foible of mine； but still it's a thing I simply hate to see。
Interest； however； was starting to flag somewhat all round and the others got on to talking about accidents at sea； ships lost in a fog； collisions with icebergs； all that sort of thing。 Shipahoy； of course； had his own say to say。 He had doubled the Cape a few odd times and weathered a monsoon； a kind of wind； in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing； he declared； stood to him； or words to that effect； a pious medal he had that saved him。
So then after that they drifted on to the wreck of Daunt's rock； wreck of that illfated Norwegian barque … nobody could think of her name for the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell remembered it； Palme； on Booterstown Strand； that was the talk of the town that year （Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original verse of distinctive merit on the topic for the Irish Times） breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in motion petrified with horror。 Then someone said something about the case of the s。 s。 Lady Cairns of Swansea； run into by the Mona； which was on an Opposite tack； in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck。 No aid was given。 Her master； the Mona's； said he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way。 She had no water； it appears； in her hold。
At this stage an incident happened。 It having bee necessary for him to unfurl a reef； the sailor vacated his seat。
Let me cross your bows； mate； he said to his neighbour； who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful dose。
He made tracks heavily； slowly； with a dumpy sort of a gait to the door； stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore due left。 While he was in the act of getting his bearings； Mr Bloom； who noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his burning interior； saw him produce a bottle and uncork it； or unscrew； and； applying its nozzle to his lips； take a good old delectable swig out of it with a gurgling noise。 The irrepressible Bloom； who also had a shrewd suspicion that the old stager went out on a manoeuvre after the counterattraction in the shape of a female； who； however； had disappeared to all intents and purposes； could； by straining； just perceive him； when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit； gazing up at the piers and girders of the Loop Line； rather out of his depth； as of course it was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved。 Some person or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the cleansing mittee all over the place for the purpose but； after a brief space of time during which silence reigned supreme； the sailor； evidently giving it a wide berth； eased himself close at hand； the noise of his bilge…water some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently woke a horse of the cabrank。
A hoof sco
