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！
？ Necessity is that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise。 Argai； one hat is one hat。
Listen。
Young Colum and Starkey。 George Roberts is doing the mercial part。 Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express。 O； will he？ I liked Colum's Drover。 Yes； I think he has that queer thing； genius。 Do you think he has genius really？ Yeats admired his line： As in wild earth a Grecian vase。 Did he？ I hope you'll be able to e tonight。 Malachi Mulligan is ing too。 Moore asked him to bring Haines。 Did you hear Miss Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn？ That Moore is Martyn's wild oats？ Awfully clever； isn't it？ They remind one of don Quixote and Sancho Panza。 Our national epic has yet to be written； Dr Sigerson says。 Moore is the man for it。 A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin。 With a saffron kilt？ O'Neill Russell？ O； yes； he must speak the grand old tongue。 And his Dulcinea？ James Stephens is doing some clever sketches。 We are being important； it seems。
Cordelia。 Cordoglio。 Lir's loneliest daughter。
Nookshotten。 Now your best French polish。
Thank you very much； Mr Russell； Stephen said； rising。 If you will be so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman。。。
O； yes。 If he considers it important it will go in。 We have so much correspondence。
I understand； Stephen said。 Thanks。
Good ild you。 The pigs' paper。 Bullockbefriending。
Synge has promised me an article for Dana too。 Are we going to be read？ I feel we are。 The Gaelic league wants something in Irish。 I hope you will e round tonight。 Bring Starkey。
Stephen sat down。
The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers。 Blushing his mask said：
Mr Dedalus； your views are most illuminating。
He creaked to and fro； tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a chopine； and； covered by the noise of outgoing； said low：
Is it your view； then； that she was not faithful to the poet？
Alarmed face asks me。 Why did he e？ Courtesy or an inward light？
Where there is a reconciliation； Stephen said； there must have been first a sundering。
Yes。
Christfox in leather trews； hiding； a runaway in blighted treeforks from hue and cry。 Knowing no vixen； walking lonely in the chase。 Women he won to him； tender people； a whore of Babylon； ladies of justices； bully tapsters' wives。 Fox and geese。 And in New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was ely； once as sweet； as fresh as cinnamon； now her leaves falling； all； bare； frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven。
Yes。 So you think。
The door closed behind the outgoer。
Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell； rest of warm and brooding air。
A vestal's lamp。
Here he ponders things that were not： what Caesar would have lived to do had he believed the soothsayer： what might have been： possibilities of the possible as possible： things not known： what name Achilles bore when he lived among women。
Coffined thoughts around me； in mummycases； embalmed in spice of words。 Thoth； god of libraries； a birdgod； moonycrowned。 And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest。 In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks。
They are still。 Once quick in the brains of men。 Still： but an itch of death is in them； to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale； urge me to wreak their will。
Certainly； John Eglinton mused； of all great men he is the most enigmatic。 We know nothing but that he lived and suffered。 Not even so much。 Others abide our question。 A shadow hangs over all the rest。
But Hamlet is so personal； isn't it？ Mr Best pleaded。 I mean； a kind of private paper； don't you know； of his private life。 I mean I don't care a button； don't you know； who is killed or who is guilty。。。
He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk； smiling his defiance。 His private papers in the original。 Ta an bad ar an tir。 Taim imo shagart。 Put beurla on it； littlejohn。
Quoth littlejohn Eglinton：
I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a stern task before you。
Bear with me。
Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes； glinting stern under wrinkled brows。 A basilisk。 E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca。 Messer Brunetto； I thank thee for the word。
As we； or mother Dana； weave and unweave our bodies； Stephen said； from day to day； their molecules shuttled to and fro； so does the artist weave and unweave his image。 And as the mole on my right breast is where it was when I was born； though all my body has been woven of new stuff time after time； so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the unliving son looks forth。 In the intense instant of imagination； when the mind； Shelley says； is a fading coal； that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may e to be。 So in the future； the sister of the past； I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be。
Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile。
Yes； Mr Best said youngly； I feel Hamlet quite young。 The bitterness might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the son。
Has the wrong sow by the lug。 He is in my father。 I am in his son。
That mole is the last to go； Stephen said； laughing。
John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow。
If that were the birthmark of genius； he said； genius would be a drug in the market。 The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan admired so much breathe another spirit。
The spirit of reconciliation； the quaker librarian breathed。
There can be no reconciliation； Stephen said； if there has not been a sundering。
Said that。
If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over the hell of time of King Lear； Othello； Hamlet； Troilus and Cressida； look to see when and how the shadow lifts。 What softens the heart of a man； Shipwrecked in storms dire； Tried； like another Ulysses； Pericles； prince of Tyre？
Head； redconecapped； buffeted； brineblinded。
A child； a girl placed in his arms； Marina。
The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant quantity； John Eglinton detected。 The highroads are dreary but they lead to the town。
Good Bacon： gone musty。 Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats。 Cypherjugglers going the highroads。 Seekers on the great quest。 What town good masters？ Mummed in names： A。 E。； eon： Magee； John Eglinton。 East of the sun； west of the moon： Tir na n…og。 Booted the twain and staved。
How many miles to Dublin？
Three score and ten； sir。
Will we be there by candlelight？
Mr Brandes accepts it； Stephen said； as the first play of the closing period。
Does he？ What does Mr Sidney Lee； or Mr Simon Lazarus； as some aver his name is； say of it？
Marina； Stephen said； a child of storm； Miranda； a wonder； Perdita； that which was lost。 What was lost is given back to him： his daughter's child。 My dearest wife； Pericles says； was like this maid。 Will any man love the daughter it he has not loved the mother？
The art of being a grandfather； Mr Best gan murmur。 L'art d'être grand。。。
His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of all experience； material and moral。 Such an appeal will touch him。 The ima