尤利西斯-第34章

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　He　is　sitting　with　a　sweet　thing　in　a　child's　frock；　Myles　Crawford　said。　Go　on。　Well？　
　It　was　the　speech；　mark　you；　the　professor　said；　of　a　finished　orator；　full　of　courteous　haughtiness　and　pouring　in　chastened　diction；　I　will　not　say　the　vials　of　his　wrath　but　pouring　the　proud　man's　contumely　upon　the　new　movement。　It　was　then　a　new　movement。　We　were　weak；　therefore　worthless。　
He　closed　his　long　thin　lips　an　instant　but；　eager　to　be　on；　raised　an　outspanned　hand　to　his　spectacles　and；　with　trembling　thumb　and　ringfinger　touching　lightly　the　black　rims；　steadied　them　to　a　new　focus。　
Impromptu
In　ferial　tone　he　addressed　J。J。　O'Molloy：　
　Taylor　had　e　there；　you　must　know；　from　a　sick　bed。　That　he　had　prepared　his　speech　I　do　not　believe　for　there　was　not　even　one　shorthandwriter　in　the　hall。　His　dark　lean　face　had　a　growth　of　shaggy　beard　round　it。　He　wore　a　loose　neckcloth　and　altogether　he　looked　（though　he　was　not）　a　dying　man。　
His　gaze　turned　at　once　but　slowly　from　J。J。　O'Molloy's　towards　Stephen's　face　and　then　bent　at　once　to　the　ground；　seeking。　His　unglazed　linen　collar　appeared　behind　his　bent　head；　soiled　by　his　withering　hair。　Still　seeking；　he　said：　
　When　Fitzgibbon's　speech　had　ended　John　F。　Taylor　rose　to　reply。　Briefly；　as　well　as　I　can　bring　them　to　mind；　his　words　were　these。　
He　raised　his　head　firmly。　His　eyes　bethought　themselves　once　more。　Witless　shellfish　swam　in　the　gross　lenses　to　and　fro；　seeking　outlet。　
He　began：　
　Mr　Chairman；　ladies　and　gentlemen：　Great　was　my　admiration　in　listening　to　the　remarks　addressed　to　the　youth　of　Ireland　a　moment　since　by　my　learned　friend。　It　seemed　to　me　that　I　had　been　transported　into　a　country　far　away　from　this　country；　into　an　age　remote　from　this　age；　that　I　stood　in　ancient　Egypt　and　that　I　was　listening　to　the　speech　of　some　highpriest　of　that　land　addressed　to　the　youthful　Moses。　
His　listeners　held　their　cigarettes　poised　to　hear；　their　smoke　ascending　in　frail　stalks　that　flowered　with　his　speech。　And　let　our　crooked　smokes。　Noble　words　ing。　Look　out。　Could　you　try　your　hand　at　it　yourself？　
　And　it　seemed　to　me　that　I　heard　the　voice　of　that　Egyptian　highpriest　raised　in　a　tone　of　like　haughtiness　and　like　pride。　I　heard　his　words　and　their　meaning　was　revealed　to　me。　
From　the　Fathers
It　was　revealed　to　me　that　those　things　are　good　which　yet　are　corrupted　which　neither　if　they　were　supremely　good　nor　unless　they　were　good　could　be　corrupted。　Ah；　curse　you！　That's　saint　Augustine。　
　Why　will　you　jews　not　accept　our　culture；　our　religion　and　our　language？　You　are　a　tribe　of　nomad　herdsmen；　we　are　a　mighty　people。　You　have　no　cities　nor　no　wealth：　our　cities　are　hives　of　humanity　and　our　galleys；　trireme　and　quadrireme；　laden　with　all　manner　merchandise　furrow　the　waters　of　the　known　globe。　You　have　but　emerged　from　primitive　conditions：　we　have　a　literature；　a　priesthood；　an　agelong　history　and　a　polity。　
Nile。　
Child；　man；　effigy。　
By　the　Nilebank　the　babemaries　kneel；　cradle　of　bulrushes：　a　man　supple　in　bat：　stonehorned；　stonebearded；　heart　of　stone。　
　You　pray　to　a　local　and　obscure　idol：　our　temples；　majestic　and　mysterious；　are　the　abodes　of　Isis　and　Osiris；　of　Horus　and　Ammon　Ra。　Yours　serfdom；　awe　and　humbleness：　ours　thunder　and　the　seas。　Israel　is　weak　and　few　are　her　children：　Egypt　is　an　host　and　terrible　are　her　arms。　Vagrants　and　daylabourers　are　you　called：　the　world　trembles　at　our　name。　
A　dumb　belch　of　hunger　cleft　his　speech。　He　lifted　his　voice　above　it　boldly：　
　But；　ladies　and　gentlemen；　had　the　youthful　Moses　listened　to　and　accepted　that　view　of　life；　had　he　bowed　his　head　and　bowed　his　will　and　bowed　his　spirit　before　that　arrogant　admonition　he　would　never　have　brought　the　chosen　people　out　of　their　house　of　bondage　nor　followed　the　pillar　of　the　cloud　by　day。　He　would　never　have　spoken　with　the　Eternal　amid　lightnings　on　Sinai's　mountaintop　nor　ever　have　e　down　with　the　light　of　inspiration　shining　in　his　countenance　and　bearing　in　his　arms　the　tables　of　the　law；　graven　in　the　language　of　the　outlaw。　
He　ceased　and　looked　at　them；　enjoying　silence。　
Ominous　…　for　Him！
J。J。　O'Molloy　said　not　without　regret：　
　And　yet　he　died　without　having　entered　the　land　of　promise。　
　A　sudden　…　at　…　the　…　moment　…　though　…　from　…　lingering　…　illness　…　often　…　previously　…　expectorated　…　demise；　Lenehan　said。　And　with　a　great　future　behind　him。　
The　troop　of　bare　feet　was　heard　rushing　along　the　hallway　and　pattering　up　the　staircase。　
　That　is　oratory；　the　professor　said；　uncontradicted。　
Gone　with　the　wind。　Hosts　at　Mullaghmast　and　Tara　of　the　kings。　Miles　of　ears　of　porches。　The　tribune's　words　howled　and　scattered　to　the　four　winds。　A　people　sheltered　within　his　voice。　Dead　noise。　Akasic　records　of　all　that　ever　anywhere　wherever　was。　Love　and　laud　him：　me　no　more　
I　have　money。　
　Gentlemen；　Stephen　said。　As　the　next　motion　on　the　agenda　paper　may　I　suggest　that　the　house　do　now　adjourn？　
　You　take　my　breath　away。　It　is　not　perchance　a　French　pliment？　Mr　O'Madden　Burke　asked。　'Tis　the　hour；　methinks；　when　the　winejug；　metaphorically　speaking；　is　most　grateful　in　Ye　ancient　hostelry。　
　That　it　be　and　hereby　is　resolutely　resolved。　All　who　are　in　favour　say　ay；　Lenehan　announced。　The　contrary　no。　I　declare　it　carried。　To　which　particular　boosing　shed？。。。　My　casting　vote　is：　Mooney's！　
He　led　the　way；　admonishing：　
　We　will　sternly　refuse　to　partake　of　strong　waters；　will　we　not？　Yes；　we　will　not。　By　no　manner　of　means。　
Mr　O'Madden　Burke；　following　close；　said　with　an　ally's　lunge　of　his　umbrella：　
　Lay　on；　Macduff！　
　Chip　of　the　old　block！　the　editor　cried；　slapping　Stephen　on　the　shoulder。　Let　us　go。　Where　are　those　blasted　keys？　
He　fumbled　in　his　pocket；　pulling　out　the　crushed　typesheets。　
　Foot　and　mouth。　I　know。　That'll　be　all　right。　That'll　go　
in。　Where　are　they？　That's　all　right。　
He　thrust　the　sheets　back　and　went　into　the　inner　office。　
Let　Us　Hope
J。J。　O'Molloy；　about　to　follow　him　in；　said　quietly　to　Stephen：　
　I　hope　you　will　live　to　see　it　published。　Myles；　one　moment。　
He　went　into　the　inner　office；　closing　the　door　behind　him。　
　e　along；　Stephen；　the　professor　said。　That　is　fine；　isn't　it？　It　has　the　prophetic　vision。　Fuit　Ilium！　The　sack　of　windy　Troy。　Kingdoms　of　this　world。　The　masters　of　the　Mediterranean　are　fellaheen　today。　
The　first　newsboy　came　pattering　down　the　stairs　at　their　heels　and　rushed　out　into　the　street；　yelling：　
　Racing　special！　
Dublin。　I　have　much；　much　to　learn。　
They　turned　to　the　left　along　Abbey　street。　
　I　have　a　vision　too；　Stephen　said。　
　Yes；　the　professor　said；　skipping　to　get　into　step。　Crawford　will　follow。　
Another　newsboy　shot　past　them；　yelling　as　he　ran：　
　Racing　special！　
Dear　Dirty　Dublin
Dubliners。　
　Two　Dublin　vestals；　Stephen　said；　elderly　and　pious；　have　lived　fifty　and　fiftythree　years　in　Fumbally's　lane。　
　Where　is　that？　the　professor　asked。　
　Off　Blackpitts。　
Damp　night　reeking　of　hungry　dough。　Against　the　wall。　Face　glistening　tallow　under　her　fustian　shawl。　Frantic　hearts。　Akasic　records。　Quicker；　darlint！　
On　now。　Dare　it。　Let　there　be　life。　
　They　want　to　see　the　views　of　Dublin　from　the　top　of　Nelson's　pillar。　They　save　up　three　and　tenpence　in　a　red　tin　letterbox　moneybox。　They　shake　out　the　threepenny　bits　and　a　sixpence　and　coax　out　the　pennies　with　the　blade　of　a　knife。　Two　and　three　in　silver　and　one　and　seven　in　coppers。　They　put　on　their　bonnets　and　best　clothes　and　take　their　umbrellas　for　fear　it　may　e　on　to　rain。　
　Wise　virgins；　professor　MacHugh　said。　
Life　on　the　Raw
　They　buy　one　and　fourpenceworth　of　brawn　and　four　slices　of　panloaf　at　the　north　city　dining　rooms　in　Marlborough　street　from　Miss　Kate　Collins；　proprietress。。。　They　purchase…our　and　twenty　ripe　plums　from　a　girl　at　the　foot　of　Nelson's　pillar　to　take　off　the　thirst　of　the　brawn。　They　give　two　threepenny　bits　to　the　gentleman　at　the　turnstile　and　begin　to　waddle　slowly　up　the　winding　staircase；　grunting；　encouraging　each　other；　afraid　of　the　dark；　panting；　one　asking　the　other　have　you　the　brawn；　praising　God　and　the　Blessed　Virgin；　threatening　to　e　down；　peeping　at　the　airslits。　Glory　be　to　God。　They　had　no　idea　it　was　that　high。