尤利西斯-第54章
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the truth？ Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not mitted adultery fully； eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris； with her husband's brother？ She would half confess if she had not all sinned as women did。 Only God knew and she and he； her husband's brother。
Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence； needed however for men's race on earth； and of the ways of God which were not our ways。
Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore。 He was humane and honoured there。 He bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom； ceiled with full fruit clusters。 And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom； noble to noble； were impalmed by don John Conmee。
It was a charming day。
The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages； curtseying to him with ample underleaves。 The sky showed him a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the wind。 Moutonner； the French said。 A homely and just word。
Father Conmee； reading his office； watched a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey。 His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of Clongowes field。 He walked there； reading in the evening； and heard the cries of the boys' lines at their play； young cries in the quiet evening。 He was their rector： his reign was mild。
Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out。 An ivory bookmark told him the page。
Nones。 He should have read that before lunch。 But lady Maxwell had e。
Father Conmee read in secret Pater and Ave and crossed his breast。 Deus in adiutorium。
He wamked calmly and read mutely the nones； walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati： Principium verborum tuotum veritas： in eternum omnia iudicia iustitu tu&Aelig；。
A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand。 The young man raised his cap abruptly： the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig。
Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his breviary。 Sin： Principes persecuti sunt me gratis： et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum。
Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner。 He pulled himself erect； went to it and； spinning it on its axle； viewed its shape and brass furnishings。 Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the doorway。 There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase； looking idly out。
Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on Newen bridge。
Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed； his hat downtilted； chewing his blade of hay。
Constable 57C； on his beat； stood to pass the time of day。
That's a fine day； Mr Kelleher。
Ay； Corny Kelleher said。
It's very close； the constable said。
Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin。
What's the best news？ he asked。
I seen that particular party last evening； the constable said with bated breath。
A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner； skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car； and jerked himself up Eccles street。 Towards Larry O'Rourke； in shirtsleeves in his doorway； he growled unamiably
For England。。。
He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus； halted and growled：
home and beauty。
J。J。 O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in the warehouse with a visitor。
A stout lady stopped； took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it into the cap held out to her。 The sailor grumbled thanks and glanced sourly at the unheeding windows； sank his head and swung himself forward four strides。
He halted and growled angrily：
For England。。。
Two barefoot urchins； sucking long liquorice laces； halted near him； gaping at his stump with their yellow…slobbered mouths。
He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks； halted； lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply：
home and beauty。
The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two； ceased。 The blind of the window was drawn aside。 A card Unfurnished Apartments slipped from the sash and fell。
A plump bare generous arm shone； was seen； held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps。 A woman's hand flung forth a coin over the area railings。 It fell on the path。
One of the urchins ran to it； picked it up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap； saying：
There； sir。
Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen。
Did you put in the books？ Boody asked。
Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow。
They wouldn't give anything on them； she said。
Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields； his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble。
Where did you try？ Boody asked。
M'Guinness's。
Body stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table。
Bad cess to her big face！ she cried。
Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes。
What's in the pot？ she asked。
Shirts； Maggy said。
Boody cried angrily：
Crickey； is there nothing for us to eat？
Katey； lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt； asked：
And what's in this？
A heavy fume gushed in answer。
Peasoup； Maggy said。
Where did you get it？ Katey asked。
Sister Mary Patrick； Maggy said。
The lacquey rang his bell。
Barang！
Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily：
Give us it here！
Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl。 Katey； sitting opposite Boody； said quietly； as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs。
A good job we have that much。 Where's Dilly？
Gone to meet father； Maggy said。
Boody； breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup； added：
Our father who art not in heaven。
Maggy； pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl； exclaimed：
Boody！ For shame！
A skiff； a crumpled throwaway； Elijah is ing； rode lightly down the Liffey； under Loopline bridge； shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers； sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains； between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay。
The blonde girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre。 Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar。
Put these in first； will you？ he said。
Yes； sir； the blond girl said； and the fruit on top。
That'll do； game ball； Blazes Boylan said。
She bestowed fat pears neatly； head by tail； and among them ripe shamefaced peaches。
Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop； lifting fruits； young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes； sniffing smells。
H。 E。 L。 Y。'S。 filed before him； tallwhitehatted； past Tangier lane； plodding towards their goal。
He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries； drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain's length。
Can you send them by tram？ Now？
A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's car。
Certainly； sir。 Is it in the city？
O； yes； Blazes Boylan said。 Ten minutes。
The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil。
Will you write the address； sir？
Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her。
Send it at once； will you？ he said。 It's for an invalid。
Yes； sir。 I will； sir。
Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket。
What's the damage？ he asked。
The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits。
Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse。 A young pullet。 He took a red carnation from the tall stemglass。
This for me？ he asked gallantly。
The blond girl glanced sideways at him； got up regardless； with his tie a bit crooked； blushing。
Yes； sir； she said。
Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches。
Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour； the stalk of the red flower between his smiling teeth。
May I say a word to your telephone； missy？ he asked roguishly。
Ma！ Almidano Artifoni said。
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