尤利西斯-第239章

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　I　dont　know　how　the　first　night　ever　we　met　when　I　was　living　in　Rehoboth　terrace　we　stood　staring　at　one　another　for　about　10　minutes　as　if　we　met　somewhere　I　suppose　on　account　of　my　being　jewess　looking　after　my　mother　he　used　to　amuse　me　the　things　he　said　with　the　half　sloothering　smile　on　him　and　all　the　Doyles　said　he　was　going　to　stand　for　a　member　of　Parliament　O　wasnt　I　the　born　fool　to　believe　all　his　blather　about　home　rule　and　the　land　league　sending　me　that　long　strool　of　a　song　out　of　the　Huguenots　to　sing　in　French　to　be　more　classy　O　beau　pays　de　la　Touraine　that　I　never　even　sang　once　explaining　and　rigmaroling　about　religion　and　persecution　he　wont　let　you　enjoy　anything　naturally　then　might　he　as　a　great　favour　the　very　1st　opportunity　he　got　a　chance　in　Brighton　square　running　into　my　bedroom　pretending　the　ink　got　on　his　hands　to　wash　it　off　with　the　Albion　milk　and　sulphur　soap　I　used　to　use　and　the　gelatine　still　round　it　O　I　laughed　myself　sick　at　him　that　day　Id　better　not　make　an　all　night　sitting　on　this　affair　they　ought　to　make　chambers　a　natural　size　so　that　a　woman　could　sit　on　it　properly　he　kneels　down　to　do　it　I　suppose　there　isnt　in　all　creation　another　man　with　the　habits　he　has　look　at　the　way　hes　sleeping　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　how　can　he　without　a　hard　bolster　its　well　he　doesnt　kick　or　he　might　knock　out　all　my　teeth　breathing　with　his　hand　on　his　nose　like　that　Indian　god　he　took　me　to　show　one　wet　Sunday　in　the　museum　in　Kildare　street　all　yellow　in　a　pinafore　lying　on　his　side　on　his　hand　with　his　ten　toes　sticking　out　that　he　said　was　a　bigger　religion　than　the　jews　and　Our　Lords　both　put　together　all　over　Asia　imitating　him　ashes　always　imitating　everybody　I　suppose　he　used　to　sleep　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　too　with　his　big　square　feet　up　in　his　wifes　mouth　damn　this　stinking　thing　anyway　wheres　this　those　napkins　are　ah　yes　I　know　I　hope　the　old　press　doesnt　creak　ah　I　knew　it　would　hes　sleeping　hard　had　a　good　time　somewhere　still　she　must　have　given　him　great　value　for　his　money　of　course　he　has　to　pay　for　it　from　her　O　this　nuisance　of　a　thing　I　hope　theyll　have　something　better　for　us　in　the　other　world　tying　ourselves　up　God　help　us　thats　all　right　for　tonight　now　the　lumpy　old　jingly　bed　always　reminds　me　of　old　Cohen　I　suppose　he　scratched　himself　in　it　often　enough　and　he　thinks　father　bought　it　from　Lord　Napier　that　I　used　to　admire　when　I　was　a　little　girl　because　I　told　him　easy　piano　O　I　like　my　bed　God　here　we　are　as　bad　as　ever　after　16　years　how　many　houses　were　we　in　at　all　Raymond　Terrace　and　Ontario　terrace　and　Lombard　street　and　Holles　street　and　he　goes　about　whistling　every　time　were　on　the　run　again　his　huguenots　or　the　frogs　march　pretending　to　help　the　men　with　our　4　sticks　of　furniture　and　then　the　City　Arms　hotel　worse　and　worse　says　Warden　Daly　that　charming　place　on　the　landing　always　somebody　inside　praying　then　leaving　all　their　stinks　after　them　always　know　who　was　in　there　last　every　time　were　just　getting　on　right　something　happens　or　he　puts　his　big　foot　in　it　Thoms　and　Helys　and　Mr　Cuffes　and　Drimmies　either　hes　going　to　be　run　into　prison　over　his　old　lottery　tickets　that　was　to　be　all　our　salvations　or　he　goes　and　gives　impudence　well　have　him　ing　home　with　the　sack　soon　out　of　the　Freeman　too　like　the　rest　on　account　of　those　Sinner　Fein　or　the　Freemasons　then　well　see　if　the　little　man　he　showed　me　dribbling　along　in　the　wet　all　by　himself　round　by　Coadys　lane　will　give　him　much　consolation　that　he　says　is　so　capable　and　sincerely　Irish　he　is　indeed　judging　by　the　sincerity　of　the　trousers　I　saw　on　him　wait　theres　Georges　church　bells　wait　3　quarters　the　hour　wait　2　oclock　well　thats　a　nice　hour　of　the　night　for　him　to　be　ing　home　at　to　anybody　climbing　down　into　the　area　if　anybody　saw　him　Ill　knock　him　off　that　little　habit　tomorrow　first　Ill　look　at　his　shirt　to　see　or　Ill　see　if　he　has　that　French　letter　still　in　his　pocketbook　I　suppose　he　thinks　I　dont　know　deceitful　men　all　their　20　pockets　arent　enough　for　their　lies　then　why　should　we　tell　them　even　if　its　the　truth　they　dont　believe　you　then　tucked　up　in　bed　like　those　babies　in　the　Aristocrats　Masterpiece　he　brought　me　another　time　as　if　we　hadnt　enough　of　that　in　real　life　without　some　old　Aristocrat　or　whatever　his　name　is　disgusting　you　more　with　those　rotten　pictures　children　with　two　heads　and　no　legs　thats　the　kind　of　villainy　theyre　always　dreaming　about　with　not　another　thing　in　their　empty　heads　they　ought　to　get　slow　poison　the　half　of　them　then　tea　and　toast　for　him　buttered　on　both　sides　and　newlaid　eggs　I　suppose　Im　nothing　any　more　when　I　wouldnt　let　him　lick　me　in　Holles　street　one　night　man　man　tyrant　as　ever　for　the　one　thing　he　slept　on　the　floor　half　the　night　naked　the　way　the　jews　used　when　somebody　dies　belonged　to　them　and　wouldnt　eat　any　breakfast　or　speak　a　word　wanting　to　be　petted　so　I　thought　I　stood　out　enough　for　one　time　and　let　him　he　does　it　all　wrong　too　thinking　only　of　his　own　pleasure　his　tongue　is　too　flat　or　I　dont　know　what　he　forgets　that　we　then　I　dont　Ill　make　him　do　it　again　if　he　doesnt　mind　himself　and　lock　him　down　to　sleep　in　the　coalcellar　with　the　blackbeetles　I　wonder　was　it　her　Josie　off　her　head　with　my　castoffs　hes　such　a　born　liar　too　no　hed　never　have　the　courage　with　a　married　woman　thats　why　he　wants　me　and　Boylan　though　as　for　her　Denis　as　she　calls　him　that　forlornlooking　spectacle　you　couldn't　call　him　a　husband　yes　its　some　little　bitch　hes　got　in　with　even　when　I　was　with　him　with　Milly　at　the　College　races　that　Hornblower　with　the　childs　bonnet　on　the　top　on　his　nob　let　us　into　by　the　back　way　he　was　throwing　his　sheeps　eyes　at　those　two　doing　skirt　duty　up　and　down　I　tried　to　wink　at　him　first　no　use　of　course　and　thats　the　way　his　money　goes　this　is　the　fruits　of　Mr　Paddy　Dignam　yes　they　were　all　in　great　style　at　the　grand　funeral　in　the　paper　Boylan　brought　in　if　they　saw　a　real　officers　funeral　thatd　be　something　reversed　arms　muffled　drums　the　poor　horse　walking　behind　in　black　L　Bloom　and　Tom　Kernan　that　drunken　little　barrelly　man　that　bit　his　tongue　off　falling　down　the　mens　W　C　drunk　in　some　place　or　other　and　Martin　Cunningham　and　the　two　Dedaluses　and　Fanny　MCoys　husband　white　head　of　cabbage　skinny　thing　with　a　turn　in　her　eye　trying　to　sing　my　songs　shed　want　to　be　born　all　over　again　and　her　old　green　dress　with　the　lowneck　as　she　cant　attract　them　any　other　way　like　dabbling　on　a　rainy　day　I　see　it　all　now　plainly　and　they　call　that　friendship　killing　and　then　burying　one　another　and　they　all　with　their　wives　and　families　at　home　more　especially　Jack　Power　keeping　that　barmaid　he　does　of　course　his　wife　always　sick　or　going　to　be　sick　or　just　getting　better　of　it　and　hes　a　good…looking　man　still　though　hes　getting　a　bit　grey　over　the　ears　theyre　a　nice　lot　all　of　them　well　theyre　not　going　to　get　my　husband　again　into　their　clutches　if　I　can　help　it　making　fun　of　him　then　behind　his　back　I　know　well　when　he　goes　on　with　his　idiotics　because　he　has　sense　enough　not　to　squander　every　penny　piece　he　earns　down　their　gullets　and　looks　after　his　wife　and　family　goodfornothings　poor　Paddy　Dignam　all　the　same　Im　so