按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
ecian bend with provoking croup； the thighs fluescent； knees modestly kissing。 Bring all your power of fascination to bear on them。 Pander to their Gomorrahan vices。
BLOOM （Bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth。） O； I know what you're hinting at now。
BELLO What else are you good for； an impotent thing like you？ （He stoops and； peering； pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suetfolds of Bloom's haunches。） Up！ Up！ Manx cat！ What have we here？ Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you； cockyolly？ Sing； birdy； sing。 It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart。 Buy a bucket or sell your pump。 （Loudly。） Can you do a man's job？
BLOOM Eccles Street。
BELLO （Sarcastically。） I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there。 The tables are turned； my gay young fellow！ He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man。 Well for you； you muff； if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it。 He shot his bolt； I can tell you！ Foot to foot； knee to knee； belly to belly； bubs to breast！ He's no eunuch。 A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush！ Wait for nine months； my lad！ Holy ginger； it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already！ That makes you wild； don't it？ Touches the spot？ （He spits in contempt。） Spittoon！
BLOOM I was indecently treated； I。。。 inform the police。 Hundred pounds。 Unmentionable。 I。
BELLO Would if you could； lame duck。 A downpour we want； not your drizzle。
BLOOM To drive me mad！ Moll！ I forgot！ Forgive！ Moll！。。。 We。。。 Still。。。
BELLO （Ruthlessly。） No； Leopold Bloom； all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years。 Return and see。
（Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold。）
SLEEPY HOLLOW Rip Van Winkle！ Rip Van Winkle！
BLOOM （In tattered moccasins with a rusty fowlingpiece； tip toeing； fingertipping； his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond panes； cries out。） I see her！ It's she！ The first night at Mat Dillon's！ But that dress； the green！ And her hair is dyed gold and he。
BELLO （Laughs mockingly。） That's your daughter； you owl； with a Mullingar student。
（Milly Bloom； fairhaired； greenvested； slimsandalled； her bluescab in the seawind simply swirling； breaks from the arms of her lover and calls； her young eyes wonderwide。）
MILLY My！ It's Papli！ But。 O Papli； how old you've grown！
BELLO Changed； eh？ Our whatnot； our writing table where we never wrote； Aunt Hegarty's armchair； our classic reprints of old masters。 A man and his men friends are living there in clover。 The Cuckoos' Rest！ Why not？ How many women had you； say？ Following them up dark streets； flatfoot； exciting them by your smothered grunts。 What； you male prostitute？ Blameless dames with parcels of groceries。 Turn about。 Sauce for the goose； my gander； O。
BLOOM They。。。 I
BELLO （Cuttingly。） Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction。 In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art's sake。 They will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer。 Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills。 And they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's。
BLOOM Ten and six。 The act of low scoundrels。 Let me go。 I will return。 I will prove。。。
A VOICE Swear！
（Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward； a bowie knife between his teeth。）
BELLO As a paying guest or a kept man？ Too late。 You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it。 Your epitaph is written。 You are down and out and don't you forget it； old bean。
BLOOM Justice！ All Ireland versus one！ Has nobody。。。 ？
（He bites his thumb。）
BELLO Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency or grace about you。 I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back。 Sign a will and leave us any coin you have。 If you have none see you damn well get it； steal it； rob it！ We'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen； my stepnephew I married； the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a crick in his neck； and my other ten or eleven husbands； what ever the buggers' names were； suffocated in the one cess pool。 （He explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh。） We'll manure you； Mr Flower！ （He pipes scoffingly。） Byby； Poldy！ Byby； Papli！
BLOOM （Clasps his head。） My will power！ Memory！ I have sinned！ I have suff。。。 （He weeps tearlessly。）
BELLO （Sneers。） Crybabby！ Crocodile tears！
（Bloom； broken； closely veiled for the sacrifice； sobs； his face to the earth。 The passing bell is heard。 Darkshawled figures of the circumcised； in sackcloth and ashes； stand by the wailing wall。 M。 Shulomowitz； Joseph Goldwater Moses Herzog； Harris Rosenberg； M。 Moisel； J。 Citron； Minnie Watchman； 0。 Mastiansky； the Reverend Leopold Abramovitz； Chazen。 With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the recreant Bloom。）
THE CIRCUMCISED （In a dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit upon him； no flowers。） Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad。
VOICES （Sighing。） So he's gone。 Ah； yes。 Yes； indeed。 Bloom？ Never heard of him。 No？ Queer kind of chap。 There's the widow。 That so？ Ah； yes。
（From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends。 The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses。 Out of her oak frame a nymph with hair unbound； lightly clad in teabrown art colours； descends from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews； stands over Bloom。）
THE YEWS （Their leaves whispering。） Sister。 Our sister。 Ssh。
THE NYMPH （Softly。） Mortal！ （Kindly。） Nay； dost not weepest！
BLOOM （Crawls jellily forward under the boughs； streaked by sunlight； with dignity。） This position。 I felt it was expected of me。 Force of habit。
THE NYMPH Mortal！ You found me in evil pany； high kickers； coster picnic makers； pugilists； popular generals； immoral panto boys in flesh tights and the nifty shimmy dancers； La Aurora and Karini； musical act； the hit of the century。 I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil。 I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen； stories to disturb callow youth； ads for transparencies； truedup dice and bustpads； proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman。 Useful hints to the married。
BLOOM （Lifts a turtle head towards her lap。） We have met before。 On another star。
THE NYMPH （Sadly。） Rubber goods。 Neverrip。 Brand as sup plied to the aristocracy。 Corsets for men。 I cure fits or money refunded。 Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber。 My bust developed four inches in three weeks； reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo。
BLOOM You mean Photo Bits？
THE NYMPH I do。 You bore me away； framed me in oak and tinsel； set me above your marriage couch。 Unseen； one summer eve； you kissed me in four places。 And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes； my bosom and my shame。
BLOOM （Humbly kisses her long hair。） Your classic curves； beautiful immortal。 I was glad to look on you； to praise you； a thing of beauty； almost to pray