尤利西斯-第92章

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　a　pound。　All　that　for　nothing。　Bold　hand。　Mrs　Marion。　Did　I　forget　to　write　address　on　that　letter　like　the　postcard　I　sent　to　Flynn？　And　the　day　I　went　to　Drimmie's　without　a　necktie。　Wrangle　with　Molly　it　was　put　me　off。　No；　I　remember。　Richie　Goulding。　He's　another。　Weighs　on　his　mind。　Funny　my　watch　stopped　at　half　past　four。　Dust。　Shark　liver　oil　they　use　to　clean　could　do　it　myself。　Save。　Was　that　just　when　he；　she？　
O；　he　did。　Into　her。　She　did。　Done。　
Ah！　
Mr　Bloom　with　careful　hand　reposed　his　wet　shirt。　O　Lord；　that　little　limping　devil。　Begins　to　feel　cold　and　clammy　Aftereffect　not　pleasant。　Still　you　have　to　get　rid　of　it　someway。　They　don't　care。　plimented　perhaps。　Go　home　to　nicey　bread　and　milky　and　say　night　prayers　with　the　kiddies。　Well；　aren't　they。　See　her　as　she　is　spoil　all。　Must　have　the　stage　setting；　the　rouge；　costume；　position；　music。　The　name　too。　Amours　of　actresses。　Nell　Gwynn；　Mrs　Bracegirdle；　Maud　Bransbe。　Curtain　up。　Moonlight　silver　effulgence。　Maiden　discovered　with　pensive　bosom。　Little　sweetheart　e　and　kiss　me　Still　I　feel。　The　strength　it　gives　a　man。　That's　the　secret　of　it。　Good　job　I　let　off　there　behind　ing　out　of　Dignam's。　Cider　that　was。　Otherwise　I　couldn't　have。　Makes　you　want　to　sing　after。　Lacaus　esant　taratara。　Suppose　I　spoke　to　her。　What　about？　Bad　plan　however　if　you　don't　know　how　to　end　the　conversation。　Ask　them　a　question　they　ask　you　another。　Good　idea　if　you're　in　a　cart。　Wonderful　of　course　if　you　say：　good　evening；　and　you　see　she's　on　for　it：　good　evening。　O　but　the　dark　evening　in　the　Appian　way　I　nearly　spoke　to　Mrs　Clinch　O　thinking　she　was。　Whew！　Girl　in　Meath　street　that　night。　All　the　dirty　things　I　made　her　say　all　wrong　of　course。　My　arks　she　called　it。　It's　so　hard　to　find　one　who。　Aho！　If　you　don't　answer　when　they　solicit　must　be　horrible　for　them　till　they　harden。　And　kissed　my　hand　when　I　gave　her　the　extra　two　shillings。　Parrots。　Press　the　button　and　the　bird　will　squeak。　Wish　she　hadn't　called　me　sir。　Oh；　her　mouth　in　the　dark！　And　you　a　married　man　with　a　single　girl！　That's　what　they　enjoy。　Taking　a　man　from　another　woman。　Or　even　hear　of　it。　Different　with　me。　Glad　to　get　away　from　other　chap's　wife。　Eating　off　his　cold　plate。　Chap　in　the　Burton　today　spitting　back　gumchewed　gristle。　French　letter　still　in　my　pocketbook。　Cause　of　half　the　trouble。　But　might　happen　sometime；　I　don't　think。　e　in。　All　is　prepared。　I　dreamt。　What？　Worst　is　beginning。　How　they　change　the　venue　when　it's　not　what　they　like。　Ask　you　do　you　like　mushrooms　because　she　once　knew　a　gentleman　who。　Or　ask　you　what　someone　was　going　to　say　when　he　changed　his　mind　and　stopped。　Yet　if　I　went　the　whole　hog；　say：　I　want　to；　something　like　that。　Because　I　did。　She　too。　Offend　her。　Then　make　it　up。　Pretend　to　want　something　awfully；　then　cry　off　for　her　sake。　Flatters　them。　She　must　have　been　thinking　of　someone　else　all　the　time。　What　harm？　Must　since　she　came　to　the　use　of　reason；　he；　he　and　he。　First　Kiss　does　the　trick。　The　propitious　moment。　Something　inside　them　goes　pop。　Mushy　like；　tell　by　their　eye；　on　the　sly。　First　thoughts　are　best。　Remember　that　till　their　dying　day。　Molly；　lieutenant　Mulvey　that　kissed　her　under　the　Moorish　wall　beside　the　gardens。　Fifteen　she　told　me。　But　her　breasts　were　developed。　Fell　asleep　then。　After　Gencree　dinner　that　was　when　we　drove　home　the　featherbed　mountain。　Gnashing　her　teeth　in　sleep。　Lord　mayor　had　his　eye　off　her　too。　Val　Dillon。　Apoplectic。　
There　she　is　with　them　down　there　for　the　fireworks。　My　fireworks。　Up　like　a　rocket；　down　like　a　stick。　And　the　children；　twins　they　must　be；　waiting　for　something　to　happen。　Want　to　be　grownups。　Dressing　in　mother's　clothes。　Time　enough；　understand　all　the　ways　of　the　world。　And　the　dark　one　with　the　mop　head　and　the　nigger　mouth。　I　knew　she　could　whistle。　Mouth　made　for　that。　Like　Molly。　Why　that　high　class　whore　In　Jammet's　wore　her　veil　only　to　her　nose。　Would　you　mind；　please；　telling　me　the　right　time？　I'll　tell　you　the　right　time　up　a　dark　lane。　Say　prunes　and　prisms　forty　times　every　morning；　cure　for　fat　lips。　Caressing　the　little　boy　too。　Onlookers　see　most　of　the　game。　Of　course　they　understand　birds；　animals；　babies。　In　their　line。　
Didn't　look　back　when　she　was　going　down　the　strand。　Wouldn't　give　that　satisfaction。　Those　girls；　those　girls；　those　lovely　seaside　girls。　Fine　eyes　she　had；　clear。　It's　the　white　of　the　eye　brings　that　out　not　so　much　the　pupil。　Did　she　know　what　I？　Course。　Like　a　cat　sitting　beyond　a　dog's　jump。　Women　never　meet　one　like　that　Wilkins　in　the　high　school　drawing　a　picture　of　Venus　with　all　his　belongings　on　show。　Call　that　innocence？　Poor　idiot！　His　wife　has　her　work　cut　out　for　her。　Never　see　them　sit　on　a　bench　marked　Wet　Paint。　Eyes　all　over　them。　Look　under　the　bed　for　what's　not　there。　Longing　to　get　the　fright　of　their　lives。　Sharp　as　needles　they　are。　When　I　said　to　Molly　the　man　at　the　corner　of　Cuffe　street　was　goodlooking；　thought　she　might　like；　twigged　at　once　he　had　a　false　arm。　Had　too。　Where　do　they　get　that？　Typist　going　up　Roger　Greene's　stairs　two　at　a　time　to　show　her　understandings。　Handed　down　from　father　to　mother　to　daughter；　I　mean。　Bred　in　the　bone。　Milly　for　example　drying　her　handkerchief　on　the　mirror　to　save　the　ironing。　Best　place　for　an　ad　to　catch　a　woman's　eye　on　a　mirror。　And　when　I　sent　her　for　Molly's　Paisley　shawl　to　Presscott's；　by　the　way　that　ad　I　must；　carrying　home　the　change　in　her　stocking。　Clever　little　minx！　I　never　told　her。　Neat　way　she　carried　parcels　too。　Attract　men；　small　thing　like　that。　Holding　up　her　hand；　shaking　it；　to　let　the　blood　flow　back　when　it　was　red。　Who　did　you　learn　that　from？　Nobody。　Something　the　nurse　taught　me。　O；　don't　they　know？　Three　years　old　she　was　in　front　of　Molly's　dressingtable　just　before　we　left　Lombard　street　west。　Me　have　a　nice　face。　Mullingar。　Who　knows？　Ways　of　the　world。　Young　student。　Straight　on　her　pins　anyway　not　like　the　other。　Still　she　was　game。　Lord；　I　am　wet。　Devil　you　are。　Swell　of　her　calf。　Transparent　stockings；　stretched　to　breaking　point。　Not　like　that　frump　today。　A。　E。　Rumpled　stockings。　Or　the　one　in　Grafton　street。　White。　Wow！　Beef　to　the　heel。　
A　monkey　puzzle　rocket　burst；　spluttering　in　darting　crackles。　Zrads　and　zrads；　zrads；　zrads。　And　Cissy　and　Tommy　ran　out　to　see　and　Edy　after　with　the　pushcar　and　then　Gerty　beyond　the　curve　of　the　rocks。　Will　she？　Watch！　Watch！　See！　Looked　round。　She　smelt　an　onion。　Darling；　I　saw　your。　I　saw　all。　
Lord！　
Did　me　good　all　the　same。　Off　colour　after　Kiernan's；　Dignam's。　For　this　relief　much　thanks。　In　Hamlet；　that　is。　Lord！　It　was　all　things　bined。　Excitement。　When　she　leaned　back　felt　an　ache　at　the　butt　of　my　tongue。　Your　head　it　simply　swirls。　He's　right。　Might　have　made　a　worse　fool　of　myself　however。　Instead　of　talking　about　nothing。　Then　I　will　tell　you　all。　Still　it　was　a　kind　of　language　between　us。　It　couldn't　be？　No；　Gerty　they　called　her。　Might　be　false　name　however　like　my　and　the　address　Dolphin's　barn　a　blind。　
Her　maiden　name　was　Jemina　Brown
And　she　lived　with　her　mother　in　Irishtown。
Place　made　me　think　of　that　I　suppose。　All　tarred　with　the　same　brush。　Wiping　pens　in　their　stockings。　But　the　ball　rolled　down　to　her　as　if　it　understood。　Every　bullet　has　its　billet。　Course　I　never　could　throw　anything　straight　at　school。　Crooked　as　a　ram's　horn。　Sad　however　because　it　lasts　only　a　few　years　till　they　settle　down　to　potwalloping　and　papa's　pants　will　soon　fit　Willy　and　fullers'　earth　for　the　baby　when　they　hold　him　out　to　do　ah。　No　soft　job。　Saves　them。　Keeps　them　out　of　harm's　way。　Nature。　Washing　child；　washing　corpse。　Dignam。　Children's　hands　always　round　them。　Cocoa…nut　skulls；　monkeys；　not　even　closed　at　first；　sour　milk　in　their　swaddles　and　tainted　curds。　Oughtn't　to　have　given　that　child　an　empty　teat　to　suck。　Fill　it　up　with　wind。　Mrs　Beaufoy；　Purefoy。　Must　call　to　the　hospital。　Wonder　is　nurse　Callan　there　still。　She　used　to　look　over　some　nights　when　Molly　was　in　the　Coffee　Palace。　That　young　doctor　O'Hare　I　noticed　her　brushing　his　coat。　And；　Mrs　Breen　and　Mrs　Dignam　once　like　that　too；　marriageable。　Worst　of　all　at　night　Mrs　Duggan　told　me　in　the　City　Arms。　Husband　rolling　in