尤利西斯-第65章

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ers。　Molly　did　laugh　when　he　went　out。　Threw　herself　back　across　the　bed；　screaming；　kicking。　With　all　his　belongings　on　show。　O；　saints　above；　I'm　drenched！　O；　the　women　in　the　front　row！　O；　I　never　laughed　so　many！　Well；　of　course；　that's　what　gives　him　the　base　barreltone。　For　instance　eunuchs。　Wonder　who's　playing。　Nice　touch。　Must　be　Cowley。　Musical。　Knows　whatever　note　you　play。　Bad　breath　he　has；　poor　chap。　Stopped。　
Miss　Douce；　engaging；　Lydia　Douce；　bowed　to　suave　solicitor；　George　Lidwell；　gentleman；　entering。　Good　afternoon。　She　gave　her　moist；　a　lady's；　hand　to　his　firm　clasp。　Afternoon。　Yes；　she　was　back。　To　the　old　dingdong　again。　
　Your　friends　are　inside；　Mr　Lidwell。　
George　Lidwell；　suave；　solicited；　held　a　lydiahand。　
Bloom　ate　liv　as　said　before。　Clean　here　at　least。　That　chap　in　the　Burton；　gummy　with　gristle。　No…one　here：　Goulding　and　I。　Clean　tables；　flowers；　mitres　of　napkins。　Pat　to　and　fro；　bald　Pat。　Nothing　to　do。　Best　value　in　Dub。　
Piano　again。　Cowley　it　is。　Way　he　sits　in　to　it；　like　one　together；　mutual　understanding。　Tiresome　shapers　scraping　fiddles；　eye　on　the　bowend；　sawing　the　'cello；　remind　you　of　toothache。　Her　high　long　snore。　Night　we　were　in　the　box。　Trombone　under　blowing　like　a　grampus；　between　the　acts；　other　brass　chap　unscrewing；　emptying　spittle。　Conductor's　legs　too；　bagstrousers；　jiggedy　jiggedy。　Do　right　to　hide　them。　
Jiggedy　jingle　jaunty　jaunty。　
Only　the　harp。　Lovely　gold　glowering　light。　Girl　touched　it。　Poop　of　a　lovely。　Gravy's　rather　good　fit　for　a。　Golden　ship。　Erin。　The　harp　that　once　or　twice。　Cool　hands。　Ben　Howth；　the　rhododendrons。　We　are　their　harps。　I。　He。　Old。　Young。　
　Ah；　I　couldn't；　man；　Mr　Dedalus　said；　shy；　listless。　
Strongly。　
　Go　on；　blast　you；　Ben　Dollard　growled。　Get　it　out　in　bits　
　M'appari；　Simon；　Father　Cowley　said。　
Down　stage　he　strode　some　paces；　grave；　tall　in　affliction；　his　long　arms　outheld。　Hoarsely　the　apple　of　his　throat　hoarsed　softly。　Softly　he　sang　to　a　dusty　seascape　there：　A　　Farewell。　A　headland；　a　ship；　a　sail　upon　the　billows。　Farewell。　A　lovely　girl；　her　veil　awave　upon　the　wind　upon　the　headland；　wind　around　her。　
Cowley　sang：　
　M'appari　tutt　amor；　
Il　mio　sguardo　l'incontr。。。　
She　waved；　unhearing　Cowley；　her　veil　to　one　departing；　dear　one；　to　wind；　love；　speeding　sail；　return。　
　Go　on；　Simon。　
　Ah；　sure　my　dancing　days　are　done；　Ben。。。　Well。。。　
Mr　Dedalus　laid　his　pipe　to　rest　beside　the　tuningfork　and；　sitting；　touched　the　obedient　keys。　
　No；　Simon；　Father　Cowley　turned。　Play　it　in　the　original　One　flat。　
The　keys；　obedient；　rose　higher；　told；　faltered；　confessed；　confused。　
Up　stage　strode　Father　Cowley。　
　Here；　Simon。　I'll　acpany　you；　he　said。　Get　up。　
By　Graham　Lemon's　pineapple　rock；　by　Elvery's　elephant　jingle　jogged。　Steak；　kidney；　liver；　mashed　at　meat　fit　for　princes　sat　princes　Bloom　and　Goulding。　Princes　at　meat　they　raised　and　drank　Power　and　cider。　
Most　beautiful　tenor　air　ever　written；　Richie　said：　Sonnambula。　He　heard　Joe　Maas　sing　that　one　night。　Ah；　that　M'Guckin！　Yes。　In　his　way。　Choirboy　style。　Maas　was　the　boy。　Massboy。　A　lyrical　tenor　if　you　like。　Never　forget　it。　Never。　
Tenderly　Bloom　over　liverless　bacon　saw　the　tightened　features　strain。　Backache　he。　Bright's　bright　eye。　Next　item　on　the　programme。　Paying　the　piper。　Pills；　pounded　bread；　worth　a　guinea　a　box。　Stave　it　off　awhile。　Sings　too：　Down　among　the　dead　men。　Appropriate。　Kidney　pie。　Sweets　to　the。　Not…making　much　hand　of　it。　Best　value　in。　Characteristic　of　him。　Power。　Particular　about　his　drink。　Flaw　in　the　glass；　fresh　Vartry　water。　Fecking　matches　from　counters　to　save。　Then　squander　a　sovereign　in　dribs　and　drabs。　And　when　he's　wanted　not　a　farthing。　Screwed　refusing　to　pay　his　fare。　Curious　types。　
Never　would　Richie　forget　that　night。　As　long　as　he　lived；　never。　In　the　gods　of　the　old　Royal　with　little　Peake。　And　when　the　first　note。　
Speech　paused　on　Richie's　lips。　
ing　out　with　a　whopper　now。　Rhapsodies　about　damn　all。　Believes　his　own　lies。　Does　really。　Wonderful　liar。　But　want　a　good　memory。　
　Which　air　is　that？　asked　Leopold　Bloom。　
　All　is　lost　now。。。　
Richie　cocked　his　lips　apout。　A　low　incipient　note　sweet　banshee　murmured　all。　A　thrush。　A　throstle。　His　breath；　birdsweet；　good　teeth　he's　proud　of；　fluted　with　plaintive　woe。　Is　lost。　Rich　sound。　Two　notes　in　one　there。　Blackbird　I　heard　in　the　hawthorn　valley。　Taking　my　motives　he　twined　and　turned　them。　All　most　too　new　call　is　lost　in　all。　Echo。　How　sweet　the　answer。　How　is　that　done？　All　lost　now。　Mournful　he　whistled。　Fall；　surrender；　lost。　
Bloom　bent　leopold　ear；　turning　a　fringe　of　doyley　down　under　the　vase。　Order。　Yes；　I　remember。　Lovely　air。　In　sleep　she　went　to　him。　Innocence　in　the　moon。　Still　hold　her　back。　Brave；　don't　know　their　danger。　Call　name。　Touch　water。　Jingle　jaunty。　Too　late。　She　longed　to　go。　That's　why。　Woman。　As　easy　stop　the　sea。　Yes：　all　is　lost。　
　A　beautiful　air；　said　Bloom　lost　Leopold。　I　know　it　well。　
Never　in　all　his　life　had　Richie　Goulding。　
He　knows　it　well　too。　Or　he　feels。　Still　harping　on　his　daughter。　Wise　child　that　knows　her　father；　Dedalus　said。　Me？　
Bloom　askance　over　liverless　saw。　Face　of　the　all　is　lost。　Rollicking　Richie　once。　Jokes　old　stale　now。　Wagging　his　ear。　Napkinring　in　his　eye。　Now　begging　letters　he　sends　his　son　with。　Crosseyed　Walter　sir　I　did　sir。　Wouldn't　trouble　only　I　was　expecting　some　money。　Apologise。　
Piano　again。　Sounds　better　than　last　time　I　heard。　Tuned　probably。　Stopped　again。　
Dollard　and　Cowley　still　urged　the　lingering　singer　out　with　it。　
　With　it；　Simon。　
　It；　Simon。　
　Ladies　and　gentlemen；　I　am　most　deeply　obliged　by　your　kind　solicitations。　
　It；　Simon。　
　I　have　no　money　but　if　you　will　lend　me　your　attention　I　shall　endeavour　to　sing　to　you　of　a　heart　bowed　down。　
By　the　sandwichbell　in　screening　shadow；　Lydia　her　bronze　and　rose；　a　lady's　grace；　gave　and　withheld：　as　in　cool　glaucous　eau　de　Nil　Mina　to　tankards　two　her　pinnacles　of　gold。　
The　harping　chords　of　prelude　closed。　A　chord　longdrawn；　expectant　drew　a　voice　away。　
　When　first　I　saw　that　form　endearing。　
Richie　turned。　
　Si　Dedalus'　voice；　he　said。　
Braintipped；　cheek　touched　with　flame；　they　listened　feeling　that　flow　endearing　flow　over　skin　limbs　human　heart　soul　spine。　Bloom　signed　to　Pat；　bald　Pat　is　a　waiter　hard　of　hearing；　to　set　ajar　the　door　of　the　bar。　The　door　of　the　bar。　So。　That　will　do。　Pat；　waiter；　waited；　waiting　to　hear；　for　he　was　hard　of　hear　by　the　door。　
　Sorrow　from　me　seemed　to　depart。　
Through　the　hush　of　air　a　voice　sang　to　them；　low；　not　rain；　not　leaves　in　murmur；　like　no　voice　of　strings　of　reeds　or　what　doyoucallthem　dulcimers；　touching　their　still　ears　with　words；　still　hearts　of　their　each　his　remembered　lives。　Good；　good　to　hear：　sorrow　from　them　each　seemed　to　from　both　depart　when　first　they　heard。　When　first　they　saw；　lost　Richie；　Poldy；　mercy　of　beauty；　heard　from　a　person　wouldn't　expect　it　in　the　least；　her　first　merciful　lovesoft　oftloved　word。　
Love　that　is　singing：　love's　old　sweet　song。　Bloom　unwound　slowly　the　elastic　band　of　his　packet。　Love's　old　sweet　sonnez　la　gold。　Bloom　wound　a　skein　round　four　forkfingers；　stretched　it；　relaxed；　and　wound　it　round　his　troubled　double；　fourfold；　in　octave；　gyved　them　fast。　
　Full　of　hope　and　all　delighted。。。　
Tenors　get　women　by　the　score。　Increase　their　flow。　Throw　flower　at　his　feet　when　will　we　meet？　My　head　it　simply。　Jingle　all　delighted。　He　can't　sing　for　tall　hats。　Your　head　it　simply　swurls。　Perfumed　for　him。　What　perfume　does　your　wife？　I　want　to　know。　Jing。　Stop。　Knock。　　look　at　mirror　always　before　she　answers　the　door。　The　hall。　There？　How　do　you？　I　do　well。　There？　What？　Or？　Phila　of　cachous；　kissing　fits；　in　her　satchel。　Yes？　Hands　felt　for　the　opulent。　
Alas！　The　voice　rose；　sighing；　changed：　loud；　full；　shining；　proud。　
　But　alas；　'twas　idle　dreaming。。。　
Glorious　tone　he　has　still。　Cork　air　softer　also　their　brogue。　Silly　man！　Could　have　made　oceans　of　money。　Singing　wrong　words。　Wore　out　his　wife：　now　sings。　But　hard　to　tell。　Only　the　two　themselves。　If　he　doesn't　break　down。　Keep　a　trot　for　the　avenue。　His　hands　and　feet　sing　too。　Drink。　Nerves　overstrung。　Must　be　abstemious　to　sing。　Jenny　L