尤利西斯-第47章

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Bear　with　me。　
Stephen　withstood　the　bane　of　miscreant　eyes；　glinting　stern　under　wrinkled　brows。　A　basilisk。　E　quando　vede　l'uomo　l'attosca。　Messer　Brunetto；　I　thank　thee　for　the　word。　
　As　we；　or　mother　Dana；　weave　and　unweave　our　bodies；　Stephen　said；　from　day　to　day；　their　molecules　shuttled　to　and　fro；　so　does　the　artist　weave　and　unweave　his　image。　And　as　the　mole　on　my　right　breast　is　where　it　was　when　I　was　born；　though　all　my　body　has　been　woven　of　new　stuff　time　after　time；　so　through　the　ghost　of　the　unquiet　father　the　image　of　the　unliving　son　looks　forth。　In　the　intense　instant　of　imagination；　when　the　mind；　Shelley　says；　is　a　fading　coal；　that　which　I　was　is　that　which　I　am　and　that　which　in　possibility　I　may　e　to　be。　So　in　the　future；　the　sister　of　the　past；　I　may　see　myself　as　I　sit　here　now　but　by　reflection　from　that　which　then　I　shall　be。　
Drummond　of　Hawthornden　helped　you　at　that　stile。　
　Yes；　Mr　Best　said　youngly；　I　feel　Hamlet　quite　young。　The　bitterness　might　be　from　the　father　but　the　passages　with　Ophelia　are　surely　from　the　son。　
Has　the　wrong　sow　by　the　lug。　He　is　in　my　father。　I　am　in　his　son。　
　That　mole　is　the　last　to　go；　Stephen　said；　laughing。　
John　Eglinton　made　a　nothing　pleasing　mow。　
　If　that　were　the　birthmark　of　genius；　he　said；　genius　would　be　a　drug　in　the　market。　The　plays　of　Shakespeare's　later　years　which　Renan　admired　so　much　breathe　another　spirit。　
　The　spirit　of　reconciliation；　the　quaker　librarian　breathed。　
　There　can　be　no　reconciliation；　Stephen　said；　if　there　has　not　been　a　sundering。　
Said　that。　
　If　you　want　to　know　what　are　the　events　which　cast　their　shadow　over　the　hell　of　time　of　King　Lear；　Othello；　Hamlet；　Troilus　and　Cressida；　look　to　see　when　and　how　the　shadow　lifts。　What　softens　the　heart　of　a　man；　Shipwrecked　in　storms　dire；　Tried；　like　another　Ulysses；　Pericles；　prince　of　Tyre？　
Head；　redconecapped；　buffeted；　brineblinded。　
　A　child；　a　girl　placed　in　his　arms；　Marina。　
　The　leaning　of　sophists　towards　the　bypaths　of　apocrypha　is　a　constant　quantity；　John　Eglinton　detected。　The　highroads　are　dreary　but　they　lead　to　the　town。　
Good　Bacon：　gone　musty。　Shakespeare　Bacon's　wild　oats。　Cypherjugglers　going　the　highroads。　Seekers　on　the　great　quest。　What　town　good　masters？　Mummed　in　names：　A。　E。；　eon：　Magee；　John　Eglinton。　East　of　the　sun；　west　of　the　moon：　Tir　na　n…og。　Booted　the　twain　and　staved。　
How　many　miles　to　Dublin？
Three　score　and　ten；　sir。
Will　we　be　there　by　candlelight？
　Mr　Brandes　accepts　it；　Stephen　said；　as　the　first　play　of　the　closing　period。　
　Does　he？　What　does　Mr　Sidney　Lee；　or　Mr　Simon　Lazarus；　as　some　aver　his　name　is；　say　of　it？　
　Marina；　Stephen　said；　a　child　of　storm；　Miranda；　a　wonder；　Perdita；　that　which　was　lost。　What　was　lost　is　given　back　to　him：　his　daughter's　child。　My　dearest　wife；　Pericles　says；　was　like　this　maid。　Will　any　man　love　the　daughter　it　he　has　not　loved　the　mother？　
　The　art　of　being　a　grandfather；　Mr　Best　gan　murmur。　L'art　d'être　grand。。。　
　His　own　image　to　a　man　with　that　queer　thing　genius　is　the　standard　of　all　experience；　material　and　moral。　Such　an　appeal　will　touch　him。　The　images　of　other　males　of　his　blood　will　repel　him。　He　will　see　in　them　grotesque　attempts　of　nature　to　foretell　or　repeat　himself。　
The　benign　forehead　of　the　quaker　librarian　enkindled　rosily　with　hope。　
　I　hope　Mr　Dedalus　will　work　out　his　theory　for　the　enlightenment　of　the　public。　And　we　ought　to　mention　another　Irish　mentator；　Mr　George　Bernard　Shaw。　Nor　should　we　forget　Mr　Frank　Harris。　His　articles　on　Shakespeare　in　the　Saturday　Review　were　surely　brilliant。　Oddly　enough　he　too　draws　for　us　an　unhappy　relation　with　the　dark　lady　of　the　sonnets。　The　favoured　rival　is　William　Herbert；　earl　of　Pembroke。　I　own　that　if　the　poet　must　be　rejected；　such　a　rejection　would　seem　more　in　harmony　with　…　what　shall　I　say？　…　our　notions　of　what　ought　not　to　have　been。　
Felicitously　he　ceased　and　held　a　meek　head　among　them；　auk's　egg；　prize　of　their　fray。　
He　thous　and　thees　her　with　grave　husbandwords。　Dost　love；　Miriam？　Dost　love　thy　man？　
　That　may　be　too；　Stephen　said。　There　is　a　saying　of　Goethe's　which　Mr　Magee　likes　to　quote。　Beware　of　what　you　wish　for　in　youth　because　you　will　get　it　in　middle　life。　Why　does　he　send　to　one　who　is　a　buonaroba；　a　bay　where　all　men　ride；　a　maid　of　honour　with　a　scandalous　girlhood；　a　lordling　to　woo　for　him？　He　was　himself　a　lord　of　language　and　had　made　himself　a　coistrel　gentleman　and　had　written　Romeo　and　Juliet。　Why？　Belief　in　himself　has　been　untimely　killed。　He　was　overborne　in　a　cornfield　first　（ryefield；　I　should　say）　and　he　will　never　be　a　victor　in　his　own　eyes　after　nor　play　victoriously　the　game　of　laugh　and　lie　down。　Assumed　dongiovannism　will　not　save　him。　No　later　undoing　will　undo　the　first　undoing。　The　tusk　of　the　boar　has　wounded　him　there…where　love　lies　ableeding。　If　the　shrew　is　worsted　yet　there　remains　to　her　woman's　invisible　weapon。　There　is；　I　feel　in　the　words；　some　goad　of　the　flesh　driving　him　into　a　new　passion；　a　darker　shadow　of　the　first；　darkening　even　his　own　understanding　of　himself。　A　life　fate　awaits　him　and　the　two　rages　mingle　in　a　whirlpool。　
They　list。　And　in　the　porches　of　their　ears　I　pour。　
　The　soul　has　been　before　stricken　mortally；　a　poison　poured　in　the　porch　of　a　sleeping　ear。　But　those　who　are　done　to　death　in　sleep　cannot　know　the　manner　of　their　quell　unless　their　Creator　endow　their　souls　with　that　knowledge　in　the　life　to　e。　The　poisoning　and　the　beast　with　two　backs　that　urged　it　king　Hamlet's　ghost　could　not　know　of　were　he　not　endowed　with　knowledge　by　his　creator。　That　is　why　the　speech　（his　lean　unlovely　English）　is　always　turned　elsewhere；　backward。　Ravisher　and　ravished；　what　he　would　but　would　not；　go　with　him　from　Lucrece's　bluecircled　ivory　globes　to　Imogen's　breast；　bare；　with　its　mole　cinquespotted。　He　goes　back；　weary　of　the　creation　he　has　piled　up　to　hide　him　from　himself；　an　old　dog　licking　an　old　sore。　But；　because　loss　is　his　gain；　he　passes　on　towards　eternity　in　undiminished　personality；　untaught　by　the　wisdom　he　has　written　or　by　the　laws　he　has　revealed。　His　beaver　is　up。　He　is　a　ghost；　a　shadow　now；　the　wind　by　Elsinore's　rocks　or　what　you　will；　the　sea's　voice；　a　voice　heard　only　in　the　heart　of　him　who　is　the　substance　of　his　shadow；　the　son　consubstantial　with　the　father。　
　Amen！　responded　from　the　doorway。　
Hast　thou　found　me；　O　mine　enemy？　
Entr'acte。　
A　ribald　face；　sullen　as　a　dean's；　Buck　Mulligan　came　forwards　then　blithe　in　motley；　towards　the　greeting　of　their　smiles。　My　telegram。　
　You　were　speaking　of　the　gaseous　vertebrate；　if　I　mistake　not？　he　asked　of　Stephen。　
Primrosevested　he　greeted　gaily　with　his　doffed　Panama　as　with　a　bauble。　
They　make　him　wele。　Was　Din　verlachst　wirst　Du　noch　dienen。　
Brodd　of　mockers：　Photius；　pseudomalachi；　Johann　Most。　
He　Who　Himself　begot；　middler　the　Holy　Ghost；　and　Himself　sent　himself；　Agenbuyer；　between　Himself　and　others；　Who；　put　upon　by　His　fiends；　stripped　and　whipped；　was　nailed　like　bat　to　barndoor；　starved　on　crosstree；　Who　let　Him　bury；　stood　up；　harrowed　hell；　fared　into　heaven　and　there　these　nineteen　hundred　years　sitteth　on　the　right　hand　of　His　Own　Self　but　yet　shall　e　in　the　latter　day　to　doom　the　quick　and　dead　when　all　the　quick　shall　be　dead　already。　
He　lifts　hands。　Veils　fall。　O；　flowers！　Bells　with　bells　with　bells　aquiring。
　Yes；　indeed；　the　quaker　librarian　said。　A　most　instructive　discussion；　Mr　Mulligan；　I'll　be　bound；　has　his　theory　too　of　the　play　and　of　Shakespeare。　All　sides　of　life　should　be　represented。
He　smiled　on　all　sides　equally。　
Buck　Mulligan　thought；　puzzled：
　Shakespeare？　he　said。　I　seem　to　know　the　name。
A　flying　sunny　smile　rayed　in　his　loose　features。
　To　be　sure；　he　said；　remembering　brightly。　The　chap　that　writes　like　Synge。
Mr　Best　turned　to　him：
　Haines　missed　you；　he　said。　Did　you　meet　him？　He'll　see　you　after　at　the　D。　B。　C。　He's　gone　to　Gill's　to　buy　Hyde's　Lovesongs　of　Connacht。
　I　came　through　the　museum；　Buck　Mulligan　said。　Was　he　here？
　The　bard's　fellowcountrymen；　John　Eglinton　answered；　are　rather　tired　perhaps　of　our　brilliancies　of　theorising。　I　hear　that　an　actress　played　Hamlet　for　the