Chapter 12 Inner monologue

He stood on the steps of the door, fumbled in his trouser pockets, and looked for the door key.Hey, it's not here, in the pants I took off, gotta get it.The potatoes were still there.The closet is always creaking, so it's not worth disturbing her. She was still sleepy when she turned over just now.He closed the gate quietly, and pulled it tighter until the lower sheath covered the threshold lightly, like a soft eyelid.It seems to be closed.Anyway, before I come back, I can rest assured. He dodged the loose slabs of the cellar at number seventy-five and stepped over to the sunny side of the road.The sun snapped over the spire of George's Chapel.It is estimated that it will be quite warm today.Wearing this black suit makes me feel even hotter.Black is heat-transferring, perhaps reflecting (or is it refracting?) heat.But I can't go in light-colored clothes, it's like going to a picnic.He paced around in the warmth brimming with happiness, often closing his eyelids peacefully.

They came cautiously down the steps from Leahy's balcony—women.The splayed feet sank into the deposited sand, and they walked limply down the sloping seashore.Like me, like Alger, come to our great mother.The first tossed her midwife's handbag heavily, and the other's big clumsy umbrella poked into the sand.They came from the free zone and came out to relax.Mrs. Florence McCabe, widow of the late Patrick McCabe, who was deeply mourned in Bride Street, was one of her colleagues who delivered the crying baby to me.created out of nothing.What's in her handbag?A premature baby with its umbilical cord dragged was quietly wrapped in red muddy fleece.All umbilical cords are connected from generation to generation, and all living beings are twisted into a fleshy cable, so those esoteric monks are.Do you want to become like gods?Then take a closer look at your belly button.Hello, hello.I am Jin Chi.Please pick up Eden City.Aleph, alpha, zero, zero, one.

That's right, because he's never done that before. Let breakfast with two eggs be delivered to his bedside to eat. It hasn't been like this since he was at the City Emblem Hotel. He used to pretend to be sick in bed, his voice was sick, he was sick The vice-principal's good enough to win over that wimpy old crone Riordan who thinks the old crone's gonna listen to him but she didn't leave us a penny and gave it all to Mass for herself and her soul it's the best of all worlds What a stingy bitch who wouldn't even pay fourpence for a glass of wood spirits she drank Tell me about her ailment that ailment and that ailment she's blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Isn't it fun? Well, if all the women in the world were like her, it would be so bad for bathing suits and topless evening dresses. Of course, no one would ask her to wear such clothes, presumably because no man would. Just look at her one more time, she's religious to be so devout

James Joyce (1922) (translated by Xiao Qianwen Jieruo) James Joyce's novel This—the title is a clue—the only thing that is absolutely certain in the whole work is the title—the novel narrates some events that happened in Dublin on June 16, 1904. The most common thing is a parody or distortion of the story of Homer's epic poem "Odyssey" (whose protagonist Odysseus is called Ulysses in Latin).The character Leopold Bloom in the book is middle-aged, Jewish, a commercial peddler, a protagonist without the qualities of a protagonist; his wife Molly is far from her prototype, the devoted husband Penelope.Bloom is as busy as he is traversing Dublin City and getting nowhere, just as Odysseus was driven round the Mediterranean by a headwind on his return from Troy.Bloom meets Stephen Dedalus, and the two strike up a father-son friendship.Stephen was based on the Telemak in the epic, and Joyce himself in his youth—a proud, penniless, ambitious writer who was estranged from his father.

Rather than saying it is an epic praising heroes, it is better to say it is a work of psychological description.Our knowledge of the characters in the book is not through the relevant narrative, but through a deep understanding of their thinking.These thoughts manifest themselves as a silent, spontaneous, ongoing stream of consciousness.For readers, this process is like putting on earphones, inserting the plug into the mind of the character, and then operating the recording device. In this way, the character’s impressions, reflections, doubts, memories of the past and absurd ideas, etc. Whether triggered by physical sensations or associations, it is conveyed endlessly.Joyce was not the first writer to use the internal monologue (he attributes the invention to an obscure late nineteenth-century French writer, Édouard Duardin), nor would he be the last.But he develops the technique to a height of perfection that other writers, with the exception of Faulkner and Kenkert, pale in comparison.

Being alone in the heart is indeed a very difficult skill to master, and the slightest carelessness can make the progress of the narrative unbearably slow, or the detail is tiresome.Joyce avoided these misunderstandings one by one. This is because he was born with language control and could describe the most common things as novel and interesting, as if they were alien objects; The traditional narrative description is closely combined, and the sentence structure is cleverly arranged and full of changes. The first quotation tells of Leopold Bloom leaving home early in the morning to buy pig kidneys for breakfast. "He fumbled in the back pocket of the door for the gate key," is Bloom's point of view describing the movement of himself, but grammatically there is a narrator, albeit very veiled. "Not here." is an internal monologue, an ellipsis for the unspoken thought "The key isn't here."The omission of the verb on the one hand indicates the immediacy of the discovery, and on the other hand conveys the slight sense of panic that this discovery brings.He remembered that the keys were in another pair of trousers, which he had "changed" because he had to wear a black suit to a funeral that afternoon. "There's still a potato," is a phrase that seems like a cloud to a first-time reader: as the story unfolds, we learn that Bloom always carries a potato with him out of superstition, It's like wearing a talisman.These mysteries add to the abnormality of this narrative method, because we cannot expect a person's stream of consciousness to be fully transparent.Bloom decided not to go back for the keys, lest the sound of the closet door be opened and closed to alarm his wife, who was still dozing in bed—a hint of his good nature and consideration for others.He refers to Mollie simply as "she" (the nominative "she" in the last sentence) because the wife is a colossal entity in his consciousness and need not be called by her first name—unlike the narrator, who has to consider Readers will naturally call each character by name.

The following sentence is a parody, very well parodied, of how Bloom carefully closes the door; the point of view returns to that of the narrator, but it retains Bloom's point of view and his usual vocabulary .In this way, the incomplete sentence "a little tighter" as an inner monologue can be harmoniously mixed in.The past tense in the second sentence "it seems to be closed" on the one hand marks that this sentence is a free indirect style, on the other hand it also provides a turning point for returning to the inner monologue: "Anyway, before I come back, I can rest assured. "In this sentence, "I can rest assured" is an abbreviation for "I can rest assured".In this excerpt, apart from the narrative sentences, the other sentences are either grammatically irregular or imprecise, because it is impossible for us to be careful with every word even when we think or speak.

The second quotation, which describes Stephen Dedalus seeing two women while walking on the beach, is still rich in its syntax.But Bloom's stream of consciousness was practical, emotional, and scientific (he searched for the right term to describe the reaction of black clothes to heat, and couldn't judge whether the term was appropriate), suggesting that he was uneducated.Stephen's stream of consciousness oozes rationality, wit, and literary grace—and is more difficult to understand. "Alger" was the nickname of the poet "Elkinan Swinburne," who called the sea "the great and sweet mother"; Uninhibited and self-made word (Lourd means "a lot" in French).Mrs. McCabe's yells trigger Stephen's writerly fantasies, reminding him of his own birth, in startling detail. "It was one of her colleagues who delivered the baby to me who was crying." This sentence is written so vividly that it even makes you feel like the newborn baby is slippery in the hands of the midwife.He was also morbidly fantasizing about a dead fetus in Mrs. McCabe's pouch, and this fantasy turned Stephen's stream of consciousness to the complex and absurd idea of ​​comparing the umbilical cord to the connection between all human beings and the mother Eve. ties, while hinting at why Eastern monks have always valued their navels (Greek omphalos).Stephen's idea didn't end yet, and his consciousness jumped to another fantasy, comparing the human umbilical cord to a telephone line, and dialed the number to the city of Eden on a whim (colleague Buck Morrigan nicknamed him called Jin Chi).

Joyce did not use the stream-of-consciousness technique throughout his writing.After he has discovered psychological realism to the fullest, he turns to other creative methods in the later chapters of the novel, including the use of imitation and jumble, etc.: this is both a psychological epic and a linguistic epic.But at the end, he ends the book with an inner monologue by Molly Buhum, which is the most famous inner monologue in the entire book. Leopold Bloom's wife, Molly, has been the object of the thoughts, experiences, and reminiscences of other characters in the book (including her husband), but in the last chapter (every chapter of Ulysses) -parts are divided by chapters) has become the subject and the center of consciousness.That afternoon she had been unfaithful to her husband (she was a semi-professional singer) with the opera conductor Blaze Boylan.It was late at night, and Bloom had gone to bed, alarming Molly.Molly lay beside him, half asleep, vaguely recalling the events of the day, her past life, especially with her husband and other lovers.In fact, the couple hadn't had a normal sex life since the trauma of their son's death a few years ago, but they had been living together through a sense of mutual familiarity; An exasperating and aggravating feeling, one might even say jealousy.Bloom has a morose day as he becomes aware of Molly's tryst.Molly's long and unpunctuated internal monologue began with speculation that Bloom must have had an affair, because he asked her to bring breakfast to bed the next morning; which he never did, only once. , that was long ago to win the favor of a widow named Mrs. Riordan (Stephen Dedalus's aunt, one of the many little coincidences that sewed together the events).He had hoped to inherit a fortune from the widow, but in fact she left them no money, and all the money went to mass for her soul to rest in peace... (In paraphrasing Molly's monologue I I also learned this free-flowing style unconsciously.)

Stephen's and Bloom's stream of consciousness was triggered or redirected by each sense impression; but Molly lay in the dark, distracted only by the occasional noise from the street.Her consciousness flowed with her memories of the past, and through some kind of association, one thing caused another.Stephen's associations are metaphorical, (—one thing suggests another, there is some resemblance, but this resemblance is also usually tinged with mystery or fantasy); Bloom's associations are metonymy (—one thing implies another, the two are causally related, or very close in time and space); Molly’s associations are real:—one breakfast in bed reminded her of another, Just like in life - a man reminded her of another man.Because whenever she thought of Bloom, she thought of other lovers, and it was sometimes difficult to determine who the pronoun "he" was referring to.