尤利西斯-第82章

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　can　out　of　them。　
　I　know　where　he's　gone；　says　Lenehan；　cracking　his　fingers。　
　Who？　says　I。　
　Bloom；　says　he；　the　courthouse　is　a　blind。　He　had　a　few　bob　on　Throwaway　and　he's　gone　to　gather　in　the　shekels。　
　Is　it　that　whiteyed　kaffir？　says　the　citizen；　that　never　backed　a　horse　in　anger　in　his　life。　
　That's　where　he's　gone；　says　Lenehan。　I　met　Bantam　Lyons　going　to　back　that　horse　only　I　put　him　off　it　and　he　told　me　Bloom　gave　him　the　tip。　Bet　you　what　you　like　he　has　a　hundred　shillings　to　five　on。　He's　the　only　man　in　Dublin　has　it。　A　dark　horse。　　He's　a　bloody　dark　horse　himself；　says　Joe。　
　Mind；　Joe；　says　I。　Show　us　the　entrance　out。　
　There　you　are；　says　Terry。　
Goodbye　Ireland　I'm　going　to　Gort。　So　I　just　went　round　to　the　back　of　the　yard　to　pumpship　and　begob　（hundred　shillings　to　five）　while　I　was　letting　off　my　（Throwaway　twenty　to）　letting　off　my　load　gob　says　I　to　myself　I　knew　he　was　uneasy　in　his　（two　pints　off　of　Joe　and　one　in　Slattery's　off）　in　his　mind　to　get　off　the　mark　to　（hundred　shillings　is　five　quid）　and　when　they　were　in　the　（dark　horse）　Pisser　Burke　was　telling　me　card　party　and　letting　on　the　child　was　sick　（gob；　must　have　done　about　a　gallon）　flabbyarse　of　a　wife　speaking　down　the　tube　she's　better　or　she's　（ow！）　all　a　plan　so　he　could　vamoose　with　the　pool　if　he　won　or　（Jesus；　full　up　I　was）　trading　without　a　licence　（ow！）　Ireland　my　nation　says　he　（hoik！　phthook！）　never　be　up　to　those　bloody　（there's　the　last　of　it）　Jerusalem　（ah！）　cuckoos。　
So　anyhow　when　I　got　back　they　were　at　it　dingdong；　John　Wyse　saying　it　was　Bloom　gave　the　idea　for　Sinn　Fein　to　Griffith　to　put　in　his　paper　all　kinds　of　jerrymandering；　packed　juries　and　swindling　the　taxes　off　of　the　Government　and　appointing　consuls　all　over　the　world　to　walk　about　selling　Irish　industries。　Robbing　Peter　to　pay　Paul。　Gob；　that　puts　the　bloody　kybosh　on　it　if　old　sloppy　eyes　is　mucking　up　the　show。　Give　us　a　bloody　chance。　God　save　Ireland　from　the　likes　of　that　bloody　mouseabout。　Mr　Bloom　with　his　argol　bargol。　And　his　old　fellow　before　him　perpetrating　frauds；　old　Methusalem　Bloom；　the　robbing　bagman；　that　poisoned　himself　with　the　prussic　acid　after　he　swamping　the　country　with　his　baubles　and　his　penny　diamonds。　Loans　by　post　on　easy　terms。　Any　amount　of　money　advanced　on　note　of　hand。　Distance　no　object。　No　security。　Gob　he's　like　Lanty　MacHale's　goat　that'd　go　a　piece　of　the　road　with　everyone。　
　Well；　it's　a　fact；　says　John　Wyse。　And　there's　the　man　now　that'll　tell　you　about　it；　Martin　Cunningham。　
Sure　enough　the　castle　car　drove　up　with　Martin　on　it　and　Jack　Power　with　him　and　a　fellow　named　Crofter　or　Crofton；　pensioner　out　of　the　collector　general's；　an　orangeman　Blackburn　does　have　on　the　registration　and　he　drawing　his　pay　or　Crawford　gallivanting　around　the　country　at　the　king's　expense。　
Our　travellers　reached　the　rustic　hostelry　and　alighted　from　their　palfreys。　
　Ho；　varlet！　cried　he；　who　by　his　mien　seemed　the　leader　of　the　party。　Saucy　knave！　To　us！　
So　saying　he　knocked　loudly　with　his　swordhilt　upon　the　open　lattice。　
Mine　host　came　forth　at　the　summons　girding　him　with　his　tabard。　
　Give　you　good　den；　my　masters；　said　he　with　an　obsequious　bow。　
　Bestir　thyself；　sirrah！　cried　he　who　had　knocked。　Look　to　our　steeds。　And　for　ourselves　give　us　of　your　best　for　faith　we　need　it。　
　Lackaday；　good　masters；　said　the　host；　my　poor　house　has　but　a　bare　larder。　I　know　not　what　to　offer　your　lordships。　
　How　now；　fellow？　cried　the　second　of　the　party；　a　man　of　pleasant　countenance；　so　servest　thou　the　king's　messengers；　Master　Taptun？　
An　instantaneous　change　overspread　the　landlord's　visage。　
　Cry　you　mercy；　gentlemen；　he　said　humbly。　An　you　be　the　king's　messengers　（God　shield　His　Majesty！）　you　shall　not　want　for　aught。　The　king's　friends　（God　bless　His　Majesty！）　shall　not　go　afasting　in　my　house　I　warrant　me。　
　Then　about！　cried　the　traveller　who　had　not　spoken；　a　lusty　trencherman　by　his　aspect。　Hast　aught　to　give　us？　
Mine　host　bowed　again　as　he　made　answer：　
　What　say　you；　good　masters；　to　a　squab　pigeon　pasty；　some　collops　of　venison；　a　saddle　of　veal；　widgeon　with　crisp　hog's　bacon；　a　boar's　head　with　pistachios；　a　bason　of　jolly　custard；　a　medlar　tansy　and　a　flagon　of　old　Rhenish？　
　Gadzooks！　cried　the　last　speaker。　That　likes　me　well。　Pistachios！　
　Aha！　cried　he　of　the　pleasant　countenance。　A　poor　house　and　a　bare　larder；　quotha！　'Tis　a　merry　rogue。　
So　in　es　Martin　asking　where　was　Bloom。　
　Where　is　he？　says　Lenehan。　Defrauding　widows　and　orphans。　
　Isn't　that　a　fact；　says　John　Wyse；　what　I　was　telling　the　citizen　about　Bloom　and　the　Sinn　Fein？　
　That's　so；　says　Martin。　Or　so　they　allege。　
　Who　made　those　allegations？　says　Alf。　
　I；　says　Joe。　I'm　the　alligator。　
　And　after　all；　says　John　Wyse；　why　can't　a　jew　love　his　country　like　the　next　fellow？　
　Why　not？　says　J。　J。；　when　he's　quite　sure　which　country　it　is。　
　Is　he　a　jew　or　a　gentile　or　a　holy　Roman　or　a　swaddler　or　what　the　hell　is　he？　says　Ned。　Or　who　is　he？　No　offence；　Crofton。　
　We　don't　want　him；　says　Crofter　the　Orangeman　or　presbyterian。　
　Who　is　Junius？　says　J。　J。　
　He's　a　perverted　jew；　says　Martin；　from　a　place　in　Hungary　and　it　was　he　drew　up　all　the　plans　according　to　the　Hungarian　system。　We　know　that　in　the　castle。　
　Isn't　he　a　cousin　of　Bloom　the　dentist？　says　Jack　Power。　
　Not　at　all；　says　Martin。　Only　namesakes。　His　name　was　Virag。　The　father's　name　that　poisoned　himself。　He　changed　it　by　deed　poll；　the　father　did。　
　That's　the　new　Messiah　for　Ireland！　says　the　citizen。　Island　of　saints　and　sages！　
　Well；　they're　still　waiting　for　their　redeemer；　says　Martin。　For　that　matter　so　are　we。　
　Yes；　says　J。　J。；　and　every　male　that's　born　they　think　it　may　be　their　Messiah。　And　every　jew　is　in　a　tall　state　of　excitement；　I　believe；　till　he　knows　if　he's　a　father　or　a　mother。　
　Expecting　every　moment　will　be　his　next；　says　Lenehan。　
　O；　by　God；　says　Ned；　you　should　have　seen　Bloom　before　that　son　of　his　that　died　was　born。　I　met　him　one　day　in　the　south　city　markets　buying　a　tin　of　Neave's　food　six　weeks　before　the　wife　was　delivered。　
　En　ventre　sa　mere；　says　J。　J。　
　Do　you　call　that　a　man？　says　the　citizen。　
　I　wonder　did　he　ever　put　it　out　of　sight；　says　Joe。　
　Well；　there　were　two　children　born　anyhow；　says　Jack　Power。　
　And　who　does　he　suspect？　says　the　citizen。　
Gob；　there's　many　a　true　word　spoken　in　jest。　One　of　those　mixed　middlings　he　is。　Lying　up　in　the　hotel　Pisser　was　telling　me　once　a　month　with　headache　like　a　totty　with　her　courses。　Do　you　know　what　I'm　telling　you？　It'd　be　an　act　of　God　to　take　a　hold　of　a　fellow　the　like　of　that　and　throw　him　in　the　bloody　sea。　Justifiable　homicide；　so　it　would。　Then　sloping　off　with　his　five　quid　without　putting　up　a　pint　of　stuff　like　a　man。　Give　us　your　blessing。　Not　as　much　as　would　blind　your　eye。　
　Charity　to　the　neighbour；　says　Martin。　But　where　is　he？　We　can't　wait。　
　A　wolf　in　sheep's　clothing；　says　the　citizen。　That's　what　he　
is。　Virag　from　Hungary！　Ahasuerus　I　call　him。　Cursed　by　God。　
　Have　you　time　for　a　brief　libation；　Martin？　says　Ned。　
　Only　one；　says　Martin。　We　must　be　quick。　J。　J。　and　S。　
　You　Jack？　Crofton？　Three　half　ones；　Terry。　
　Saint　Patrick　would　want　to　land　again　at　Ballykinlar　and　convert　us；　says　the　citizen；　after　allowing　things　like　that　to　contaminate　our　shores。　
　Well；　says　Martin；　rapping　for　his　glass。　God　bless　all　here　is　my　prayer。　
　Amen；　says　the　citizen。　
　And　I'm　sure　he　will；　says　Joe。　
And　at　the　sound　of　the　sacring　bell；　headed　by　a　crucifer　with　acolytes；　thurifers；　boatbearers；　readers；　ostiarii；　deacons　and　subdeacons；　the　blessed　pany　drew　nigh　of　mitred　abbots　and　priors　and　guardians　and　monks　and　friars：　the　monks　of　Benedict　of　Spoleto；　Carthusians　and　Camaldolesi；　Cistercians　and　Olivetans；　Oratorians　and　Vallombrosans；　and　the　friars　of　Augustine；　Brigittines；　Premonstratesians；　Servi；　Trinitarians；　and　the　children　of　Peter　Nolasco：　and　therewith　from　Carmel　mount　the　children　of　Elijah　prophet　led　by　Albert　bishop　and　by　Teresa　of　Avila；　calced　and　other：　and　friars　brown　and　grey；　sons　of　poor　Francis；　capuchins；　cordeliers；　minimes　and　observants　and　the　daughters　of　Clara：　and　the