尤利西斯-第207章

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　the　country　pumping　the　wrong　end　of　the　spoon　up　and　down　in　his　egg　wherever　he　learned　that　from　and　I　love　to　hear　him　falling　up　the　stairs　of　a　morning　with　the　cups　rattling　on　the　tray　and　then　play　with　the　cat　she　rubs　up　against　you　for　her　own　sake　I　wonder　has　she　fleas　shes　as　bad　as　a　woman　always　licking　and　lecking　but　I　hate　their　claws　I　wonder　do　they　see　anything　that　we　cant　staring　like　that　when　she　sits　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　so　long　and　listening　as　I　wait　always　what　a　robber　too　that　lovely　fresh　plaice　I　bought　I　think　Ill　get　a　bit　of　fish　tomorrow　or　today　is　it　Friday　yes　I　will　with　some　blancmange　with　black　currant　jam　like　long　ago　not　those　2　lb　pots　of　mixed　plum　and　apple　from　the　London　and　Newcastle　Williams　and　Woods　goes　twice　as　far　only　for　the　bones　I　hate　those　eels　cod　yes　Ill　get　a　nice　piece　of　cod　Im　always　getting　enough　for　3　forgetting　anyway　Im　sick　of　that　everlasting　butchers　meat　from　Buckleys　loin　chops　and　leg　beef　and　rib　steak　and　scrag　of　mutton　and　calfs　pluck　the　very　name　is　enough　or　a　picnic　suppose　we　all　gave　5/…　each　and　or　let　him　pay　and　invite　some　other　woman　for　him　who　Mrs　Fleming　and　drive　out　to　the　furry　glen　or　the　strawberry　beds　wed　have　him　examining　all　the　horses　toenails　first　like　he　does　with　the　letters　no　not　with　Boylan　there　yes　with　some　cold　veal　and　ham　mixed　sandwiches　there　are　little　houses　down　at　the　bottom　of　the　banks　there　on　purpose　but　its　as　hot　as　blazes　he　says　not　a　bank　holiday　anyhow　I　hate　those　ruck　of　Mary　Ann　coalboxes　out　for　the　day　Whit　Monday　is　a　cursed　day　too　no　wonder　that　bee　bit　him　better　the　seaside　but　Id　never　again　in　this　life　get　into　a　boat　with　him　after　him　at　Bray　telling　the　boatmen　he　knew　how　to　row　if　anyone　asked　could　he　ride　the　steeplechase　for　the　gold　cup　hed　say　yes　then　it　came　on　to　get　rough　the　old　thing　crookeding　about　and　the　weight　all　down　my　side　telling　me　to　pull　the　right　reins　now　pull　the　left　and　the　tide　all　swamping　in　floods　in　through　through　the　bottom　and　his　oar　slipping　out　of　the　stirrupits　a　mercy　we　werent　all　drowned　he　can　swim　of　course　me　no　theres　no　danger　whatsoever　keep　yourself　calm　in　his　flannel　trousers　Id　like　to　have　tattered　them　down　off　him　before　all　the　people　and　give　him　what　that　one　calls　flagellate　till　he　was　black　and　blue　do　him　all　the　good　in　the　world　only　for　that　longnosed　chap　I　dont　know　who　he　is　with　that　other　beauty　Burke　out　of　the　City　Arms　hotel　was　there　spying　around　as　usual　on　the　slip　always　where　he　wasnt　wanted　if　there　was　a　row　on　you　vomit　a　better　face　there　was　no　love　lost　between　us　thats　I　consolation　I　wonder　what　kind　is　that　book　he　brought　me　Sweets　of　Sin　by　a　gentleman　of　fashion　some　other　Mr　de　Kock　I　suppose　the　people　gave　him　that　nickname　going　about　with　his　tube　from　one　woman　to　another　I　couldnt　even　change　my　new　white　shoes　all　ruined　with　the　saltwater　and　the　hat　I　had　with　that　feather　all　blowy　and　tossed　on　me　how　annoying　and　provoking　because　the　smell　of　the　sea　excited　me　of　course　the　sardines　and　the　bream　in　Catalan　bay　round　the　back　of　the　rock　they　were　fine　all　silver　in　the　fishermens　baskets　old　Luigi　near　a　hundred　they　said　came　from　Genoa　and　the　tall　old　chap　with　the　earrings　I　dont　like　a　man　you　have　to　climb　up　to　go　get　at　I　suppose　theyre　all　dead　and　rotten　long　ago　besides　I　dont　like　being　alone　in　this　big　barracks　of　a　place　at　night　I　suppose　Ill　have　to　put　up　with　it　I　never　brought　a　bit　of　salt　in　even　when　we　moved　in　the　confusion　musical　academy　he　was　going　to　make　on　the　first　floor　drawingroom　with　a　brassplate　or　Blooms　private　hotel　he　suggested　go　and　ruin　himself　altogether　the　way　his　father　did　down　in　Ennis　like　all　the　things　he　told　father　he　was　going　to　do　and　me　but　I　saw　through　him　telling　me　all　the　lovely　places　we　could　go　for　the　honeymoon　Venice　by　moonlight　with　the　gondolas　and　the　lake　of　o　he　had　a　picture　cut　out　of　some　paper　of　and　mandolines　and　lanterns　O　how　nice　I　said　whatever　I　liked　he　was　going　to　do　immediately　if　not　sooner　will　you　be　my　man　will　you　carry　my　can　he　ought　to　get　a　leather　medal　with　a　putty　rim　for　all　the　plans　he　invents　then　leaving　us　here　all　day　you　never　know　what　old　beggar　at　the　door　for　a　crust　with　his　long　story　might　be　a　tramp　and　put　his　foot　in　the　way　to　prevent　me　shutting　it　like　that　picture　of　that　hardened　criminal　he　was　called　in　Lloyds　Weekly　News　20　years　in　jail　then　he　es　out　and　murders　an　old　woman　for　her　mofley　imagine　his　poor　wife　or　mother　or　whoever　she　is　such　a　face　youd　run　miles　away　from　I　couldnt　rest　easy　till　I　bolted　all　the　doors　and　windows　to　make　sure　but　its　worse　again　being　locked　up　like　in　a　prison　or　a　madhouse　they　ought　to　be　all　shot　or　the　cat　of　nine　tails　a　big　brute　like　that　that　would　attack　a　poor　old　woman　to　murder　her　in　her　bed　Id　cut　them　off　so　I　would　not　that　hed　be　much　use　still　better　than　nothing　the　night　I　was　sure　I　heard　burglars　in　the　kitchen　and　he　went　down　in　his　shirt　with　a　candle　and　a　poker　as　if　he　was　looking　for　a　mouse　as　white　as　a　sheet　frightened　out　of　his　wits　making　as　much　noise　as　he　possibly　could　for　the　burglars　benefit　there　isnt　much　to　steal　indeed　the　Lord　knows　still　its　the　feeling　especially　now　with　Milly　away　such　an　idea　for　him　to　send　the　girl　down　there　to　learn　to　take　photographs　on　account　of　his　grandfather　instead　of　sending　her　to　Skerrys　academy　where　shed　have　to　learn　not　like　me　getting　all　at　school　only　hed　do　a　thing　like　that　all　the　same　on　account　of　me　and　Boylan　thats　why　he　did　it　Im　certain　the　way　he　plots　and　plans　everything　out　I　couldnt　turn　round　with　her　in　the　place　lately　unless　I　bolted　the　door　first　gave　me　the　fidgets　ing　in　without　knocking　first　when　I　put　the　chair　against　the　door　just　as　I　was　washing　myself　there　below　with　the　glove　get　on　your　nerves　then　doing　the　loglady　all　day　put　her　in　a　glasscase　with　two　at　a　time　to　look　at　her　if　he　knew　she　broke　off　the　hand　off　that　little　gimcrack　statue　with　her　roughness　and　carelessness　before　she　left　that　I　got　that　little　Italian　boy　to　mend　so　that　you　cant　see　the　join　for　2　shillings　wouldnt　even　teem　the　potatoes　for　you　of　course　shes　right　not　to　ruin　her　hands　I　noticed　he　was　always　talking　to　her　lately　at　the　table　explaining　things　in　the　paper　and　she　pretending　to　understand　sly　of　course　that　es　from　his　side　of　the　house　and　helping　her　into　her　coat　but　if　there　was　anything　wrong　with　her　its　me　shed　tell　not　him　he　Cant　say　I　pretend　things　can　he　Im　too　honest　as　a　matter　of　fact　I　suppose　he　thinks　Im　finished　out　and　laid　on　the　shelf　well　Im　not　no　nor　anything　like　it　well　see　well　see　now　shes　well　on　for　flirting　too　with　Tom　Devans　two　sons　imitating　me　whistling　with　those　romps　of　Murray　girls　calling　for　her　can　Milly　e　out　please　shes　in　great　demand　to　pick　what　they　can　out　of　her　round　in　Nelson　street　riding　Harry　Devans　bicycle　at　night　its　as　well　he　sent　her　where　she　is　she　was　just　getting　out　of　bounds　wanting　to　go　on　the　skatingrink　and　smoking　their　cigarettes　through　their　nose　I　smelt　it　off　her　dress　when　I　was　biting　off　the　thread　of　the　button　I　sewed　on　to　the　bottom　of　her　jacket　she　couldnt　hide　much　from　me　I　tell　you　only　I　oughtnt　to　have　stitched　it　and　it　on　her　it　brings　a　parting　and　the　last　plumpudding　too　split　in　2　halves　see　it　es　out　no　matter　what　they　say　her　tongue　is　a　bit　too　long　for　my　taste　your　blouse　is　open　too　low　she　says　to　me　the　pan　calling　the　kettle　blackbottom　and　I　had　to　tell　her　no！　to　cock　her　legs　up　like　that　on　show　on　the　windowsill　before　all　the　people　passing　they　all　look　at　her　like　me　when　I　was　her　age　of　course　any　old　rag　looks　well　on　you　then　a　great　touchmenot　too　in　her　own　way　at　the　Only　Way　in　the　Theatre　royal　take　your　foot　away　out　of　that　I　hate　people　touching　me　afraid　of　her　life　Id　crush　her　skirt　with　the　pleats　a　lot　of　that　touching　must　go　on　in　theatres　in　the　crush　in　the　dark　theyre　always　trying　to　wiggle　up　to　you　that　fellow　in　the　pit　at　the　pit　at　the　Gaiety　for　Beerbohm　Tree　in　Trilby　the　last　time　Ill　ever　go　there　to　be　squashed　like　that　for　any　Trilby