Chapter 9 Chapter 8 1

Pineapple flavored hard candies, candied lemons, buttery candies.A girl slimy with sugar was scooping spoonfuls of cream for the Christian Brothers laymen.There's going to be some assembly at the school.Give school children a treat, but it's not good for their stomachs.His Majesty the King [2] diamond-shaped candies and dragees manufacturing plant.God save us...[3] sitting on the throne, sucking the red date gum till it turns white. A gloomy YMCA boy, standing in the warm, fragrant steam from Graham Lemon's shop, watching the passers-by, slipped a leaflet into Mr. Bloom's hand.

Confidential conversation. Blue... mean me? Nope. the blood of the lamb. [5] As he read, he walked slowly towards the river.Have you been saved? Washed away from all sins in the blood of the Lamb.God calls for a blood sacrifice.Childbirth, the hymen, martyrdom, war, those buried alive under house foundations, sacrifices, the burnt offering of the kidneys, the altar of the Druids. [6].Elijah is here. [7] Dr. John Alexander Dovey[8], the revivalist of the Church of Zion, came. Come! Come!! Come!!! We sincerely welcome you all. It's a good deal.Last year, Tori and Alexander [9] came.Polygamy.His wife would block it.Where did I see the advert for that luminous cross in a firm in Birmingham? Our savior.Waking up in the middle of the night to glimpse him hanging on the wall.Pepper's method of apparition. [10] The iron nails were driven in. [11]

It must be made of phosphorus.For example, if you leave a piece of cod, you can see a blue silvery light on it.That night I went downstairs to the kitchen cupboard.There are all kinds of smells in there, and it rushes over as soon as the cabinet door is opened, which is not good.What does she want to eat? Uraga raisins[12].She is missing Spain.That was before Rudy was born.That bluish, greenish thing is phosphorescence.Very good for the brain. From the corner of Butler's monument house[13] he looks out over Butchelor Walk.Dedalus' daughter is still outside Dillon's auction house.It must be some old furniture for sale.Her eyes were exactly like her father's, so she was instantly recognizable.She loitered and waited for her father to come out.Once the mother dies, a home must cease to be a home.He has fifteen children, one almost every year.This is their teaching [14], otherwise the priest would not allow the poor woman to confess, let alone grant her absolution.Be fruitful and multiply [15].Have you ever heard such an absurd idea? Even eat up the whole family.The priest himself did not have to support his family anyway.They enjoy a life of abundance [16].Priest's cellar and pantry.I'd like to see if they observe the hunger strike strictly on Yom Kippur.hot cross buns [18].Eat a meal first, and then a refreshment, so as not to faint in front of the altar.You can ask a housekeeper employed by a priest.Absolutely can't find out.Just as there were no pounds, shillings, or pence to be had from her master.He lived quite well off by himself and never entertained guests.Be indifferent to others.Even the water at home is very strict.You have to bring your own butter to spread. [19] My lord priest, keep your mouth shut.

Goodness, that poor little girl, with all the rags and rags.She also looked malnourished.Potatoes and margarine, margarine and potatoes. [20] When they feel it, it is too late.You can tell a pudding is good or bad by tasting it.In this way, the body will collapse. When he came to the head of O'Connell Bridge, a plume of smoke rose from the railing like a feather.It was one of the brewery's barges, carrying stout for export, on its way to England.I've heard sea breezes can sour beer.If only I could get a ticket through Hancock someday, how interesting it would be to see that beer company.It is a well-ordered world in itself.There are large barrels of dark beer lined up, a magnificent sight.The mouse came in too, and its belly was swollen with drink, as big as a collie, and it floated on the wine.The beer was drunk like mud.Drink till you throw up like a Christian[23].Come to think of it, let's drink this stuff! Rat, vat.Well, if we knew all this, then...

He looked down and caught a glimpse of seagulls flapping their wings vigorously, circling in circles between the walls of the bleak quay.The weather is raging outside.What would happen if I jumped in? Reuben Jay's son must have been filled with that kind of filth.An extra shilling and eightpence[24].Hee hee hee.Simon Dedalus put it so wittily.He also does tell stories. Seagulls are circling, flying lower and lower, looking for prey.wait a minute. He tossed the crumpled paper[25] into the seagulls.Elijah was coming at thirty-two feet per second.The seagulls simply ignored it.The neglected ball of paper landed on the wake of the rough waves and drifted downstream along the piers.They are not big fools.I threw a stale biscuit off the King Erin the other day, too, and a gull caught it in the wake fifty yards astern.They flapped their wings and flew in circles, and survived by wisdom.

Seagulls, hungry and panicking, Fly over stagnant water. This is how poets rhyme.Shakespeare didn't use rhyme.He wrote blank verse.Fluent in language and grand in thought. Hamlet, I am thy father's soul, Destined to march on the earth for quite a time. [27] "Two apples for a penny! Two for a penny!" His eyes flicked over the bare apples that lined the stall.This season, it must have been shipped from Australia.The rind is shiny and must have been wiped with a rag or handkerchief. Wait a minute.And those poor birds. He stopped again, bought two Banbury cakes from the old apple woman for a penny, broke open the crispy pastry, and threw pieces into the Liffey.See? First two, then all the gulls silently swoop down on their prey from above and eat it all.Not an iota left.Realizing their greed and deceit, he brushed off the crumbs from his hands.They never expected such a treat.Manna [29].All seabirds—whether seagulls or sea geese—feed on fish, and even their meat smells like fish.The white swans of Anna Liffey[30] sometimes swim down the river, and when they get here, they preen their feathers with their beaks and show off.Everyone has their own preferences.I don't know what the taste of swan meat is.Robinson Crusoe has to live off their meat. [31]

They flapped their wings feebly in circles.I will never give it to you again.A penny is quite enough.You should have thanked me well, but you didn't even croak.And they also carry foot-and-mouth disease.If the turkey is fed purely with chestnut powder, the meat will also become chestnut-flavored.Eat pigs like pigs.But why aren't saltwater fish salty? What's going on? He scanned the river for an answer.I saw the ordinary rowboat moored on the turbulent waves shaped like syrup, rocking its gray glue paper clapper lazily. Gino Wholesale Store[32] 11 Pants That would be a good idea.I don't know whether Gino pays the rent to the city government.How can you actually own water? It is constantly flowing, changing all the time, and we trace its path in the passing life.Because life is fluid.Any place is suitable for advertising.Every public toilet has a poster of a quack doctor who treats gonorrhea.Now it is completely invisible.Strictly confidential.Dr. Henry Franks[33].Like the self-advertisement of dance master Makini[34], it cost nothing.Either ask someone to stick it, or sneak in in the middle of the night, and stick it on yourself while unbuttoning it.Quickly, like someone hiding from debt at night.The place couldn't be more fitting. "Prohibition of Posting Advertisements", "Mailing One Hundred and Ten Pills".Some people swallowed it, and their hearts were on fire.

If he... Oh! Uh? no no. no no.I do not believe.Shouldn't he? no no. Mr. Bloom raised his perplexed eyes and walked forward.Stop thinking about it.One o'clock passed.The time-telling ball of the Port Authority has been lowered.Dunsink [35] Standard time.Sir Robert Ball's little book is very interesting.parallax.I never figured out what the word meant.There is a priest there, you can ask him.The word is Greek: parallel, parallax.Before I told her what "samsara" was, she called it "meet him with a pointed rubber tube"[37].Oh, don't retweet! Mr. Bloom smiled at the two windows of the Harbor House, remembering the words "Oh, don't retweet!"She was right after all.To express commonplace things in exaggerated terms is merely to take their tone.She was not witty in her speech, and sometimes quite rude.I just thought about it in my heart, but she blurted it out.But not all.She used to say that Ben Dollard had a dirty barrel voice.[38]His legs were like barrels, and he seemed to be singing into the barrel.Well, isn't that quite a joke! They usually call him "Big Ben".Far less playful than calling him "Dirty Barreltone."They eat like albatrosses.The tenderloin of a cow is eaten up in one meal.His ability to drink a good Bath beer is also unambiguous.It's a beer barrel.How? The witty words are very apt.

A row of people in white coats with billboards on their chests and backs was walking slowly towards him along the open ditch.Each wears a scarlet sash diagonally across the billboard.Clearance.They are like the priest this morning: we have sinned.We have suffered[40].He read the red letters written on each of their five white top hats: H·E·L·Y·'S.Wisdom.Healy store. [41] The man with the Y on the hat slowed down, took out a large piece of bread from under the billboard on his chest, stuffed it into his mouth, and gobbled it up as he walked.We spent three shillings a day on our staple food, along the open ditches, and through the streets.Relying on bread and thin porridge, barely holding the skin and bones together.They weren't Boye—no, they were Mo Glad's buddies.Anyway, it won't attract many customers.I once suggested to him that two beauties sit in a transparent old train and write a letter, with notebooks, envelopes and blotters.I'm sure it will be a sensation.When beautiful women write, they will immediately attract attention.Everyone is eager to know what she is writing about.If you stand there staring blankly at the sky, twenty people will surround you.Everyone wants to be involved in other people's affairs, and so do women.curiosity.Salt column [43].Healy balked at the idea because it wasn't his first thought.I also suggested an ad for an ink bottle, using black celluloid for the spilled ink stains.His idea of ​​advertising was like Plum Tree's branded canned meats, cold meats, under the obituary column.You cannot underestimate them.What? An envelope from our shop. —Hi, Jones, where are you going?—Robinson, I must hurry and buy the only reliable Cancelle Puzzle, from Healy's, 85 Dame Street.Luckily I don't work there anymore.It was hard work going to those monasteries to collect bills.Tranquila Convent[44].There was a beautiful nun there with a really pretty face.The pointed turban is wrapped around the small head, which is very suitable.Nun? Nun? From the look in her eyes, I dare say she's been out of love.It's hard to bargain with that kind of woman.While she was praying that morning, I interrupted her.But she seems to be quite open to contact with the outside world.It's our big day, she said.Our Lady of Mount Carmel[45].The name is also quite sweet, like molasses[46].She knew me, and she knew me from the way she looked.If she were married, it would not be so.I guess the nuns are really short of money.Even so, they still use good butter for whatever they are frying.They don't use lard.Eating big oil made my heart burn.They like to be buttered inside and out.Molly raised her hood and tasted the butter.The nun? Her name is Pat Clafey, and she's the pawnshop's daughter.It is said that caltrops were invented by a nun[47].

He crossed Westmoreland Street when the man with the apostrophe-S in the hat had plodded past.Rover bike shop.A racing meeting is held today [49].How long ago was that? The year Phil Gilligan died.We live on West Lombard Street.Wait a minute, I was at Tom's [51] shop.The year we got married, I got a job at Wisdom Healy's.six years.He died ten years ago—in 1994[52].Yes, it was the year when Arnott's company caught fire.Will Dillon is Mayor[53].Luncheon at Glencree [54].City Senator Robert O'Reilly poured wine into the soup before the game.Lick it clean for the inner senator[55].Could hardly hear what the band was playing.By all grace, Lord, we wait...[56] Millie was a little baby then.Molly was wearing the gray elephant-skin dress with the rosette buttons.It was a tailor's work, with clasps attached.She didn't like the dress because I sprained my ankle the first time she wore it to the chorus picnic at Sugar Cone.As if it was to blame.Old Goodwin's top hat looked like it had been patched with something slimy.It was a picnic for flies, too.She had never worn such a well-cut dress.Whether it is shoulders or hips, it fits just like a glove.At that time, her figure began to plump.We had rabbit pie that day.Everyone followed her.

Happiness.We were happier then than we are now.A cozy little room with red wallpaper all around.Bought it at Dockrell's for a shilling and ninepence a dozen.The night I gave Millie a bath, I bought a bar of American soap, Elderflower.The bath water exudes a fragrant smell.She's covered in soap all over, so funny.The figure is also pretty good.Now she is in the business of taking pictures.My poor father told me he had a daguerreotype darkroom[59].This is also an ancestral interest. He walked along the curb of the sidewalk. The long river of life [60].What's the last name of that guy who looks like a priest? He always squints at our house when we pass by.Poor eyesight, woman.Lived for a while at Citron's on St. Kevin's Walk.His surname is Peng or something.Is it Pendennis? My memory is short these days.Peng...? Of course, that was many years ago.Maybe it was the noise of the trams.Oh, if I can't even remember the last name of the old typesetting room foreman whom I meet every day[62]. Bartel Darcy[63] was a tenor who was beginning to be famous.After rehearsal, always send her home.He's a pompous guy with a beard twisted up with pomade.He taught her the song "The Wind Blows from the South." I went to pick her up that night when it was very windy.Goodwin's recital had just finished in the Dining Room or Oak Room of the Mayor's Mansion.The club is having a meeting there about the lottery [64].He and I walked behind.I held her sheet music in my hand, one of which was scratched and stuck to the railing of the high school building.Thankfully it didn't blow away.This sort of thing would spoil her mood for the evening.Professor Goodwin walked ahead arm in arm with her.The poor old drunkard staggered and faltered.This was his farewell recital, surely his last on any stage.Maybe a few months, maybe forever[65].I still remember her smiling at the wind, turning up her collar against the wind and snow.Remember? On the corner of Harcourt Street, there was a gust of wind.Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooese and nearly smothered to death with her tube fur boa.She was flushed by the wind.I remember when I got home, I turned up the fire and fried a few slices of lamb shank for dinner with her favorite chutney.And cachaça, scalded with sugar and spices.From the fireplace she could be glimpsed undoing the metal clips of her corset in her bedroom.Snow white. Her corset fell lightly on the bed with a whoosh.Always with her body temperature.She has always liked to loosen all shackles.She sat there until nearly two o'clock, taking off hairpins one by one.Millie was tightly wrapped up in the crib.Happiness, happiness, on that night... "Oh, Mr. Bloom, how are you?" "Oh, how are you, Mrs. Breen?" "It's no use complaining. How's Molly? I haven't seen her in a long time." "Brilliant," said Mr. Bloom cheerfully. "Well, you see, Millie's got a job at Mullingar." "Leaving home? That's a big deal!" "Well, working in a photo studio. Going around like a fire. How are your children?" "Everybody has a mouth to eat," said Mrs. Breen. How many children does she have? It doesn't look like she is pregnant with Liujia at the moment. "You are wearing filial piety. Could it be...?" "No," said Mr. Bloom, "I've just been at a funeral." It is conceivable that people will continue to ask throughout the day, who died? When and how? Anyway, there is no way to hide. "My dear!" said Mrs. Breen, "I hope it's not some close relation." It might as well ask her to show sympathy. "Dignam," said Mr. Bloom, "was an old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Heart attack, I believe. The funeral was this morning. " Your funeral is tomorrow, When you walk through the rye fields [67]. Hi Yo Ho, Ya Ya Hi, hi yo ho... "It's sad when an old friend dies," said Mrs. Breen, with a look of pathos in her womanly eyes. That's all for this topic.Still enough is enough.Say hello to her husband gently. "How is your husband—head of the house?" Mrs. Breen lifted her large eyes.Her eyes hadn't lost their former luster. "Oh. Don't mention him!" she said. "He's a man who'd frighten a rattlesnake. Right now he's in a diner looking up libel statutes with his legal book. It's my life It will be in his hands. Wait a minute, I'll show you something." A steaming steam of mock turtle soup and freshly baked tartlets and jelly rolls wafted from Harrison's.The strong lunch smell whetted Mr Bloom's appetite.Butter, fine flour, and Demerara sugar are needed for the delicious puff pastry [68].Or just have it with piping hot black tea.Perhaps the smell came from the woman? A barefoot waif stood in front of the latticed window, sniffing the scent.Take this to ease the torment of hunger.Is this pleasure or pain? Cheap lunch.Knives and forks are locked on the table[69]. She opened the handbag made of thin leather.Hat pin: Be careful with this stuff—don't poke anyone's eyes in the streetcar.Find a way.Open your mouth.coin.Please take one yourself.If they lose sixpence, they'll be in trouble.Earth-shattering.Husband yelling: "Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are you feeding your brother's family? Dirty handkerchiefs. Medicine bottles. Throat lozenges just dropped. What is this woman doing?  … "Must be a new moon," she said, "and that's when the old trick kicks in. Guess what he was doing last night?" She no longer rummages with her hands.She stared at him with wide eyes in astonishment, very astonished, but still smiling. "What's the matter?" asked Mr Bloom. Let her talk.Stare straight into her eyes.I take your word for it, trust me. "He woke me up at night," she said. "He had a dream, a nightmare." Indigestion chant. "He says the spade [70] is coming up the stairs." "Spades!" said Mr Bloom. She pulled a folded postcard from her handbag. "Read it," she said. "He got it this morning." "What's this?" said Mr. Bloom, taking the postcard. "It's over." "It's all over: it's over," she said, "somebody's playing tricks on him. Whoever did it, it's very wicked." "Indeed it is," said Mr Bloom. She put the postcard back and sighed. "He's going to Mr. Menton's office just now. He says he's going to sue for ten thousand pounds." She folded the postcards, put them back in her cluttered handbag, and snapped the metal tabs shut. It was the same blue serge dress she had worn two years ago, and the material had faded.It used to be beautiful.There is a small lock of unkempt hair on the ear.And that vulgar beanie with three antique grape beads on it, which I could barely wear.A poor lady.She used to be very particular about dressing.Now there are wrinkles around the mouth.Only a year or two older than Molly. What kind of eyes did that woman look at her when she walked past her! Cruel.Injustice for women [72]. He still stared at her, trying not to show his displeasure.The smell of imitation turtle soup, oxtail soup, and chicken curry soup is strong.I'm hungry too.There were crumbs of cake on the hem of her dress, and sugar crumbs on her cheek.Rhubarb puff pastry filled with assorted fruit fillings[73].Her name was Josie Powell then.It was a long time ago, at Luke Doyle's house in Dolphin Barn, played pantomime[74].It's over, it's over. Let's change the subject. "Have you seen Mrs Beaufoy lately?" asked Mr Bloom. "Mina Purifoy?" she said. I was thinking of Philip Beaufoy.fan club.Matcham often thinks of that ingenious move[75].Did I pull the chain? [76] I did, that was the last action. "yes." "I dropped in to see her just now to see if she was in labor. She's in the maternity hospital in Hollis Street now. Dr. Horne put her in. She's had a hard time. for three days." "Oh," said Mr. Bloom, "I'm sorry to hear that." "Well," said Mrs. Breen, "there's a lot of babies in the house. The nurse told me it's an uncommon dystocia." "Why," said Mr. Bloom. His eyes showed deep pity, he listened intently to her news, and sympathetically tapped his tongue: "Tsk! Tsk!" "I'm sorry to hear that," said he. "Poor thing! Three days! That's enough for her!" Mrs. Breen nodded. "The labor pains have been going on since Tuesday..." Mr. Bloom touched her gently on the tip of the elbow, reminding her: "Beware! Let this man pass." A bony man came striding along the sidewalk curb from the river, staring blankly into the sunlight through a heavily strapped monocle.A small cap was fastened round his head like a hood.Taking a step, the folded windbreaker, crutches and umbrella tucked under his arm swayed for a while. "Look at him," said Mr. Bloom, "always walking outside the lamps. Look!" "May I ask who he is?" said Mrs. Breen. "Is he half-crazy?" "His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connell Fitzmaurice Tisdale Farrell," said Mr. Bloom, smiling. "Look!" "That's a long string," she said, "and Dennis will be like this sooner or later." She shut up suddenly. "He's out," she said. "I've got to follow him. Good-bye. Give Molly my regards, will you?" "All right," said Mr. Bloom. He watched her dodge pedestrians all the way to the front of the shop.Wearing a tight long dress, wearing blue canvas shoes, and holding two heavy books tightly under his armpits, Dennis Breen walked out of Harrison Restaurant.As usual, it seemed a gust of wind had blown him out of the bay.He let her catch up with him, not surprised, brushing his dirty gray beard all the way towards her, wagging his slack jaw, talking eagerly. Crazy [79].Totally crazy. Mr. Bloom went on walking lightheartedly.Glimpse of the little cap tightly hooded like a hood in the sun ahead, and the swaggering cane, umbrella, and windbreaker.Look at him! Off the sidewalk again.It's also a way of fooling around in the world.There was another old madman with disheveled hair and ragged clothes hanging around.If you live with this kind of person, it must be hard enough. It's over, it's over.That must have been Alf Bergen or Rich Goulding.Written, no doubt, as a joke at Scotch House.He was on his way to Menton's office.The look of staring at the postcard with those oyster eyes all the way is enough to feast the eyes of the gods. He passed the Irish Times[81] office.There may also be replies from other candidates.I wish I could answer all of them.This system opens the door for criminals: passwords.It's time for lunch.The clerk over there with glasses doesn't know me.Ah, just leave them there and take your time.Just scanning through the forty-four letters is enough trouble.We are looking for a capable female typist to assist a gentleman in writing work.Zang Zeng called you a naughty one, because I don't like that other world.Please tell me what it means.Please tell me which perfume your wife uses[82].Tell me who made the world.They're just going to throw you all kinds of questions like this.The other, Lizzie Twigg,[83] said yes, my literary works have had the honor of being admired by the famous poet A. E. (Mr. Joe Russell).While sipping cloudy tea, she flipped through a book of poetry, and didn't even have time to comb her hair. This newspaper puts more small ads than anyone else.Now expanded to counties.Hire a chef and head housekeeper, first-level cooking, and have maids to help.Hiring bartenders with a lively personality.Today there are young women of good character (Roman Catholics) who would like to seek employment in a fruit shop or a pork shop.That newspaper was started by James Carlyle, and it paid a six-and-a-half per cent dividend.Made a fortune buying Coates stock.Take it step by step.An old treacherous Scottish miser.Just write some flattering reports.Our generous and popular wife of the governor.Now he's even bought the Irish Hunt.Mrs. Mountcachell, who had fully recovered from her confinement, rode yesterday with a group of hounds from the Hospital Club to La Thos for a hunting meeting.[86]Inedible foxes [87].There are also those that hunt for food.Terror makes the flesh of its prey soft and juicy.She rides like a man, with her legs spread astride the horse's back.This is a female hunter who can pull a mountain and carry a tripod.Neither the side saddle nor the rear saddle, she would not ride, but Joe never would! She was the first to come at the assembly.When it came time to kill the prey, she was also present at the scene.Some of the female equestrians were as strong as a stallion.They swaggered about the stables.In the blink of an eye he downed a glass of brandy that was not watered down.The woman who had been in front of the Grosvenor Hotel this morning swished into the carriage.Hush-shh.She dared to ride on horseback over a stone wall or an obstacle with five bars[89].The tram driver with the pinched nose must have done it on purpose. [90] Who does she look like? Yes! Like that Mrs. Miriam Dandrade who sold me her old smocks and black shirts at the Shelburne Hotel.[91]Divorced Hispanic Americans.She paid no attention when I played with them.Probably saw me as her clothes rack.I met her at the governor's banquet.Stubbsin, the park ranger, took me in with Willan from the Express.What I ate was the leftover soup of those dignitaries.A refreshment meal with meat.I used mayonnaise as custard and poured it over plum pudding.She must have had tinnitus for weeks after that.I can't wait to be her bull.She is a natural courtesan.Thank goodness for the children and not her. Poor Mrs. Purifoy! The husband is a Methodist.Although what he said was crazy, it contained philosophy[95].At noon, eat saffron sweet bread produced by the educational dairy farm[96], drink milk and soda.YMCA.While eating, he looked at the stopwatch, chewing thirty-two times per minute, but his lamb chop-shaped beard was still thick and dense.It is said that his background is quite strong.Theodore's cousin is at Dublin Castle.[97]Every family has a prominent relative.Every year he always gave her a strong annual plant[98].Once, I saw him striding past the "Three Happy Drunks" saloon with his bare head leading his family.The eldest son also carried one in his shopping net bag.The dolls cried out.Poor woman! She has to nurse all day and all night for years and years.These teetotalers are selfish.The dog in the manger [99].Excuse me, I only need a piece of sugar for my black tea. He stopped at the intersection of Fleet Street.It's time for lunch.Go to Roy [100] for sixpence a guest? And look up the ad at the National Library.Might as well go to Burton[101] to eat the eightpence a piece, just passing there. He walked by Westmoreland's[102] in Bolton.Tea.Tea.Tea.I forgot to order tea from Tom Kernan. Smack, smack, smack! Think about it, she has been humming on the bed for three days, with a handkerchief soaked in vinegar tied on her forehead, and her big belly is sticking out.Oh! It's just terrible! The fetus's head is so big that you have to use pliers.Bending in her belly, groping for the exit, blindly trying to get out.If it were me, I would die.Fortunately, Molly gave birth very smoothly.They should invent some way to avoid this.Life begins with the pain of childbirth.Sleepy childbirth.Queen Victoria used this method.She gave birth to nine children[103].A prolific hen.The old woman took shoes as her home and gave birth to a large group of dolls[104].Suppose he had a lung disease.Now is the time to think about these things, and not to write empty phrases like "silver gleams on the melancholy bosom"[105].That's empty talk to fool a fool.They don't need to hurt their muscles and bones at all, and they can build a large hospital with three or two moves.From various taxes, lent at compound interest five pounds for every child born.Calculated on a five-cent basis, it would have accumulated to one hundred and five shillings at the age of twenty-one.The British pound is troublesome, you have to multiply it by decimal by twenty.We should encourage everyone to save money.More than one hundred and ten shillings can be saved in twenty-one years[106].I want to do some calculations on paper.A considerable amount, more than you might imagine. Stillbirths don't count, of course.They didn't even give me an account.That is futile. It was ridiculous for two pregnant women with big bellies to stay together.Molly and Mrs. Moisel [107].Mothers' party.The tuberculosis subsided for a while, and then came back.After giving birth, their belly flattened all of a sudden! Gentle eyes.It feels like a big burden has been lifted.Old Lady Thornton, the midwife, was a merry creature.[108]She said: These are my dolls.Before feeding the doll, she always put the battered belly in her mouth to taste.Oh, delicious, delicious.She sprained her hand while delivering old Tom Wall's son.That was his first appearance.The head is like an award-winning old pumpkin.Angry Dr. Mullen[109].People knocked on the door at any moment to wake him up. "I beg you, doctor. My wife is in labor pain." As for the gift, it has been in arrears for several months.That's your wife's medical fee.The net is some ungrateful fellows.Doctors are mostly kind. In front of the tall gate of the Irish Houses of Parliament, a flock of pigeons is flying around.They are full and playing.Who shall we sprinkle it on? I'll pick the guy in the black suit.sprinkled.Good luck said.How enjoyable it is to sprinkle down from the air.Once, Upjohn, myself, and Owen Goldberg[111] climbed a tree near Goose Meadow and played like a monkey.They call me mackerel[112]. A group of policemen lined up and walked over from Xueyuan Road with goose steps.All of them ate until their faces became hot, sweat dripped down their helmets, and they slapped their batons lightly.At the end of the meal, there was a thick, oily soup stuffed under the belt.The life of the police is usually quite merry[113].They spread out in several groups, and returned to their respective fields while saluting.Let them go out to fill their bellies.Best to attack while eating pudding, punch him in the middle of eating.Another team of policemen spread out in twos and threes, skirted the fence at Trinity College, and made their way to the police station.Feed troughs await them.Get ready to meet the cavalry.Get ready for bisque. He slipped under Tommy Moore's mischievous fingers.They did the right thing by erecting his bronze statue over a urinal.The confluence of many waters [115].Toilets should be built for women too.她们总是跑进点心铺，佯说是：“整理一下我的帽子。”世界纵然辽阔，惟数此峡……这是朱莉娅·莫尔坎[116]演唱的拿手歌曲。直到最后的时刻，她的嗓音始终都保持得洪亮如初。她是迈克尔·巴尔夫[117]的女弟子吧? 他目送着最后一名警察那穿着宽宽的制服上衣的背影。干这行当，就得对付一批棘手的主顾。杰克·鲍尔可以告诉你一桩事[118]。他爹就是一名便衣刑警。要是一个家伙在被抓的时候给了他们麻烦，等那人进了拘留所，就狠狠地让他尝尝厉害。干的是那种差事嘛，倒也难怪他们。尤其是年轻警察。乔·张伯伦在三一学院被授予学位的那一天，那个骑警为他可费了大事[119]。这是千真万确!他的马蹄沿着阿贝街一路嘚嘚嘚地朝我们逼来。幸而我灵机一动，一个箭步蹿进曼宁酒吧去，不然我准会惹上麻烦。他真是飞奔而来，想必是栽在人行道的鹅卵石上撞破了脑壳。我悔不该被卷进那批医学院学生当中。还有三一学院那些戴学士帽的一年级学生。反正就是想闹事。不过，这下子我倒结识了小迪克森。我被蜜蜂蜇了的那回，就是他在仁慈圣母医院替我包扎的。如今他在霍利斯街，普里福伊太太就在那儿。轮中套轮。[120]警笛的响声至今还萦回在我耳际。大家仓惶逃走。他为什么单单盯上了我呢?他对我说，你被捕了。事情就是这样开始的。 “支持布尔人[121]!” “为德威特[122]三欢呼!” “把乔·张伯伦吊死在酸苹果树上![123]” 蠢才们。成群的野小子们声嘶力竭地喊叫。醋山岗[124]。奶油交易所的乐队[125]。不出几年，其中半数就必然将成为治安法官[126]和公务员。一打起仗来，就手忙脚乱地参军。就是这些人，过去经常说，哪怕上高高的断头台。 [127] 你决不知道自己在跟什么人说话。科尼·凯莱赫的眼神活像是哈维·达夫[128]。活像是那个密告“常胜军”计划的彼得——不对，是丹尼斯——不对，是詹姆斯·凯里[129]，其实他是市政府的官员。他煽动莽撞的小伙子去刺探情报，暗地里地却不断从都柏林堡领取情报活动津贴。快别再跟他来往了吧，危险哩。这些穿便衣的家伙怎么老是缠住女佣啊?平素穿惯制服的人，一眼就认得出来。把女佣推得紧紧贴着后门，粗鲁地挑逗一番。接着就干起正事了。来的那位先生是谁呀?少爷说过什么没有?从钥匙孔里偷看的汤姆[130]。做囮子的野鸭。血气方刚的年轻大学生抚摩着正在熨衣服的她那丰腴的胳膊，同她起腻。 “这些是你的吗，玛丽?” “我才不穿这样的呢，……住手，不然我就向太太告你的状。深更半夜还在外面游荡。” “好日子快要到来了，玛丽。你等着瞧吧。[131]” “喏，你同那快要到来的好日子一道给我滚吧。” 还有酒吧间的女招待。纸烟店的姑娘。 詹姆斯·斯蒂芬斯的主意再高明不过了。他了解对方。他们每十个人分作一组，所以一个成员就是告密也超不出本组范围[132]。新芬[133]。要是想开小差，就准会挨一刀。有只看不见的手。[134]留在党内呢，迟早会被刑警队枪杀。看守的闺女帮助他从里奇蒙越狱，乘船离开拉斯科[135]。他曾在警察的鼻子底下住进白金汉宫饭店[136]。加里波第[137]。 你得有点儿个人魅力才行，像巴涅尔那样。阿瑟·格里菲思是个奉公守法的人，然而不孚众望。要么就海阔天空地谈论“我们可爱的祖国”。腊肉烧菠菜[138]。都柏林面包公司的茶馆。那些讨论会[139]。说共和制乃是最好的政治制度，又说什么国语问题应该优先于经济问题。 [140]还说你的女儿们可曾把他们勾引到你家来呢?肉啊酒的，让他们填饱肚子。米迦勒节的鹅[141]。为你准备了一大堆调好了味的麝香草，塞在鹅的肚皮里。趁热再吃一夸脱鹅油吧。半饥半饱的宗教狂们。揣上个一便士的面包卷[142]，就跟着乐队走它一遭儿。东道主忙于切肉，顾不得作感恩祷告啦。一想到另一个人会为你付钱，就吃得格外香。You're welcome.请把那些杏子——其实是桃子一一递过来。那个日子不太遥远了。爱尔兰自治的太阳正从西北方冉冉升起。 走着走着，他脸上的笑容消失了。乌云徐徐地遮住太阳，三一学院那阴郁的正面被暗影所笼罩。电车一辆接一辆地往返行驶，叮叮当当响着。说什么也是白搭。日复一日，事物毫无变化。一队警察开出去，又开回来。电车来来往往。那两个疯子到处徘徊。迪格纳穆被车载走了。麦娜·普里福伊挺着大肚皮躺在床上，呻吟着，等着娃娃从她肚子里被拽出来。每秒钟都有一个人在什么地方出生，每秒钟另外又有一个死去。自从我喂了那些鸟儿，已经过了五分钟。三百人翘了辫子，另外又有三百个呱呱落地，洗掉血迹。人人都在羔羊的血泊中被洗涤，[143]妈啊啊啊地叫着。 整整一座城市的人都死去了，又生下另一城人，然后也死去。另外又生了，也死去。房屋，一排排的房屋;街道，多少英里的人行道。堆积起来的砖，石料。易手。主人转换着。人们说，房产主是永远不会死的。此人接到搬出去的通知，另一个便来接替。他们用黄金买下了这个地方，而所有的黄金还都在他们手里。也不知道在哪个环节上诈骗的。日积月累发展成城市，又逐年消耗掉。沙中的金字塔。是啃着面包洋葱[144]盖起来的。奴隶们修筑的中国万里长城。巴比伦。而今只剩下巨石。圆塔。此外就是瓦砾，蔓延的郊区，偷工减料草草建成的屋舍。柯万用微风盖起来的那一应蘑菇般的房子[145]。只够睡上一夜的蔽身处。 大是毫无价值的。 这是一天当中最糟糕的时辰。活力。慵懒，忧郁。我就恨这个时辰。只觉得像是被谁吞下去又吐了出来似的。 学院院长的宅第。可敬的萨蒙博士。鲤鱼[146]罐头。严严实实地装在那个罐头里[147]。活像是小教堂的停尸所。即便给我钱，我也不愿意去住那样的地方。今天要是有肝和熏猪肉就好了。大自然讨厌真空状态。 太阳徐徐从云彩间钻出，使街道对面沃尔特·塞克斯顿店那橱窗里的银器熠熠发光。约翰·霍华德·巴涅尔连看也没看一眼就从橱窗前走过去了。 这是那一位的弟弟[148]，跟他长得一模一样。那张脸总是在我眼前晃。这是个巧合。当然，有时你也会想到某人数百次，可就是碰不见他。他那走路的样儿，活像个梦游者。没有人认识他。今天市政府准是在召开什么会议。据说自从他就职以来，连一次也没穿过市政典礼官的制服。他的前任查理·卡瓦纳总是戴着翘角帽，头发上撒了粉，刮了胡子，得意洋洋地骑着高头大马上街。然而，瞧瞧他走路时那副狼狈相，仿佛是个在事业上一败涂地的人。一对荷包蛋般的幽灵的眼睛。我好苦恼。啊，伟人的老弟。乃兄的胞弟。他要是跨上了市政典礼官的坐骑，那才神气呢。兴许还要到都柏林面包公司去喝杯咖啡，在那儿下下象棋。他哥哥曾把部下当作“卒”来使用。对他们一概见死不救。人们吓得不敢说他一句什么。他那眼神让人见了毛骨悚然。这就是他引人瞩目的地方。名气。整个家族都有点儿神经病。疯子范妮[149]，另外一个妹妹就是迪金森太太[150]，给马套上猩红色挽具，赶着车子到处跑。她昂首挺胸，活像是马德尔外科医生[151]。然而在南米斯郡，这位弟弟还是败在大卫·希伊[152]手下了。他曾申请补上奇尔特恩分区·的空缺[153]，然后引退成为官吏。爱国主义者的盛宴，在公园里剥桔皮吃[154]。西蒙·迪达勒斯曾经说过，他们要是把这个弟弟拉进议会，巴涅尔就会从坟墓里回来，抓住他的胳膊将他拖出下议院。 “说到这双头章鱼[155]，一个脑袋长在世界的尽头忘记来到的地方，而另一个脑袋则用苏格兰口音讲话。上面长的八腕……” 有两个人沿着便道的边石走，从背后赶到布卢姆先生前面去了。胡子[156]和自行车，还有一位年轻女人。 哎呀，他也在那儿。这可真是凑巧了。是第二回。未来的事情早有过预兆。[157]承蒙著名诗人乔·拉塞尔先生的赞赏。跟他走在一起的说不定就是莉齐·特威格哩。A·E·[158]究竟是什么意思呢?兴许是名姓的首字：艾伯特、爱德华[159]，阿瑟·埃德蒙[160]，阿方萨斯·埃比或埃德或埃利[161]或阁下[162]。他说什么来着?世界的两端用苏格兰口音讲话。八腕：章鱼。大概是什么玄妙的法术或象征含义吧。他在滔滔不绝地说着。她一声不响地聆听着。给一位从事文字工作的先生当个助手。 他目送着那位穿手织呢衣服[163]的高个子，以及他的胡子和那辆自行车，还有他身旁那仔细聆听着的女人。他们是从素饭馆[164]走出来的，只吃了些蔬菜和水果，不吃牛排。你要是吃了，那头母牛的双眼就会永远盯着你。他们说，素食更有益于健康。不过，老是放屁撒尿。我试过。成天净跑厕所了。跟患气胀病[165]一样糟糕。通宵达旦地做梦。他们为什么把给我吃的那玩艺儿叫作坚果排[166]呢?坚果主义者，果食主义者。让你觉得你吃的像是牛腿扒。真荒谬。而且咸得很。是用苏打水煮的[167]。害得你整晚守在自来水笼头旁边。 她那双长袜松垮垮地卷在脚脖子上。我最讨厌这个样子，太不雅观了。他们统统是搞文学、有灵气的人。梦幻般的，朦朦胧胧的，象征主义的。他们是唯美主义者。就算是你所看到的食物会造成那种富于诗意的脑波，我也毫不以为奇。就拿那些连衬衫都被爱尔兰土豆洋葱炖羊肉般的黏汗浸透了的警察来说吧，你从他们当中的任何一个也挤不出一行诗来。他甚至不晓得诗是什么。非得沉浸在某种情绪里才行。 梦幻一般朦胧的海鸥， 在沉滞的水土飞翔。[168] 他在纳索街角穿过马路，站在耶茨父子公司[169]的橱窗前，估计着双筒望远镜的价码。要么我到老哈里斯家去串门，跟小辛克莱[170]聊一聊吧? 他是个文质彬彬的人。此刻多半正吃着午饭哪。得把我那架旧望远镜送去修理啦。戈埃兹棱镜片要六基尼。德国人到处钻。他们靠优惠条件来占领市场。削价抢生意。兴许能从铁路遗失物品管理处买上一架。人们忘掉在火车上和小件寄存处的物品之多，简直惊人。脑子里都在想些什么呢?女人也是这样。真是难以置信。去年到恩尼斯去旅行的时候，我只好替那个农场主的女儿捡起她的手提包，在利默里克[171]换车的当儿交给了她。还有无人认领的钱呢。银行屋顶上有一块小表[172]，是用来测试这些望远镜的。 他把眼睑一直耷拉到虹膜的底边。瞧不见。倘若你设想着表在那儿，你就好像能看见似的。然而还是瞧不见。 他掉转身去，站在两个布篷之间，朝太阳伸直了右臂，张开手。他已多次想这么尝试一下了。是啊，很完整。用小指头尖儿遮着太阳的圆盘[173]。淮是光线在这里聚焦的缘故。我要是有副墨镜就好了。那该多么有趣呀。我们住在伦巴德西街的时候，关于太阳的黑子，大家议论纷纷。那是可怕的爆炸形成的。今年将有日全蚀，秋季不定什么时候。 现在我才想起来。原来那个报时球是按照格林威治标准时间下降的。从邓辛克接上一根电线，用来操纵时钟。我一定得在某月的第一个星期六去看一趟。我要是能弄到一封给乔利教授[174]的介绍信，或是找到一些有关他的家谱的资料才好呢。叫他出其不意地受到恭维。这挺灵。他会感到怡然自得。贵族总以做国王情妇的后裔为荣。他的女祖先。反正竭力阿谀。脱帽鞠躬，必然畅通无阻。[175]可不能一进去就信口开河地说些明知道不该说的话:视差是什么?结果款是：把这位先生领出去。 oops. 他又把右手垂到身边了。 关于这些，完全不摸头脑。纯粹是浪费时间。一个个气体球儿旋转着。相互交错，然后消失。亘古及今，周而复始。起初是气体，接着就是固体，然后是世界。冷却了，死去的硬壳四处漂流，冻僵的岩石宛如菠萝糖块[176]。月亮。她说：淮是升起了新月。我也相信是这样。 他从克莱尔屋[177]前走过。 Wait a minute.两周前的星期日我们在那儿时是满月，所以今天应该刚好是新月。我们沿着托尔卡河往下游走去。费尔维尤那里适宜观赏月色。 [178]她低吟着：五月的新月喜洋洋，宝贝。那个男人走在她的另一侧。肘。胳膊。he.萤光灯一闪一闪的，宝贝。 [179]互相触摸。指头。这个提出要求。那个回答：好的。 别想下去了，别想下去了。既然必须这样，那就只好这样坝。必须[180]。 布卢姆先生呼吸急促，放慢脚步穿过亚当小巷。 他的心情好容易才宁静下来，神态安详地放眼望去。大白天在这条街上走着的，正是肩膀颇像酒瓶的鲍勃·多兰[181]。麦科伊曾说，他一年一度痛饮一遭。他们纵酒是为了说点什么或者做点什么，要么就是为了追女人[182]。跟相公们和妓女们在库姆街鬼混一阵，一年里的其他日子就像法官那么清醒。 对，果然不出所料。他正溜进帝国酒馆。Disappeared.光喝苏打水有益于他的健康。在惠特布雷德经营女王剧院之前，这里原是帕特·金塞拉开哈普剧院[183]的地方。他仍保持着孩子气。按照戴恩·鲍西考尔待[184]的派头，在秋月般的脸上扣着一顶式样俗气的无檐圆帽。 《三个俊俏姑娘放学了》。 [185]日子过得真快啊。呃?他的裙子底下露出长长的红裤子。酒徒们喝啊，笑啊，忽而喷溅出酒沫子，忽而又给酒呛住了。再给我满上吧，帕特。刺眼的红色。醉鬼门寻欢作乐。哄堂大笑，喷烟吐雾。摘下那顶白帽子。 [186]他那双喝得挂满了血红的眼睛。现在他到哪儿去啦?在什么地方当叫化子呢。那把竖琴害得我们大家挨过饿。 [187] 那阵子我更幸福一些。可那时的我究竟是我吗?或许难道现在的我才是我吗?当时我二十八，她二十三。我们从伦巴德西街搬走之后[188]，起了点儿变化。鲁迪一死，再也不能像往常那样啦。没法叫时光倒流。那就像是想用手去攥住水似的。难道你想回到那个时期吗?刚开始的那个时期。真想吗?你在自己家里不幸福吗，你这可怜的小淘气鬼?她恨不得替我钉钮扣哩。我得写封回信。到图书馆去写吧。 格拉夫顿街上，花花哨哨地张挂着商店的遮阳篷，使他眼花·镣乱。平纹印花细布，穿绸衣的太太们和上了岁数的贵妇，还有发出一片叮当声的挽具，在灼热的街道[189]上低低地响着的马蹄声。那个穿白袜子的女人有着一双粗腿。但愿下场雨，把她弄得满脚烂泥。士里土气的乡巴佬。那些胖到脚后跟的统统都来啦。女人一发福，腿就那么臃肿。摩莉的腿看上去也不直溜。 他遛遛达达地从布朗·托马斯开的那爿绸缎铺的橱窗前走过。瀑布般的飘带。中国薄绢。从一只倾斜的雍口里垂下血红色的府绸。红艳艳的血。是胡格诺派教徒带进来的。事业是神圣的。嗒啦。嗒啦。那个合唱可精彩啦。嗒咧，嗒啦。得用雨水来洗。梅耶贝尔。咯啦。嘣嘣嘣。[190] 针插。我老早就催老婆去买一个了。她到处乱插。窗帘上也插了好儿根。 他挽了挽左袖:蜇的痕迹差不多看不见啦。今天就算了吧。得折回去取化妆水。也许等她过生日那天再去买吧。六、七、八，九月八日。差不多还有三个月呢。何况她未必喜欢。女人不肯捡起针来，说是那样就会把爱情断送掉。[191] 闪亮的绸缎，搭在纤细黄铜栏杆上一条条的衬裙，摆成辐射状的扁平长筒丝袜闪闪发光。 回忆过去是徒然的。该当怎样就怎样。把一切都向我讲了吧。 高嗓门。被太阳晒暖了的绸缎。马具叮当响。一切都是为了一个女人：家庭和房子，丝织品，银器，多汗的水果，来自雅法的香料。移民垦殖公司[192]。全世界的财富。 一个温馨、丰腴的肉体在他的头脑里安顿下来。他的脑子屈服了，拥抱的芳香从四面八方向他袭来。他的肉体隐然感到如饥似渴，默默地渴望着热烈的爱。 公爵街。finally reached.必须吃点儿什么。伯顿饭馆。那样就会舒坦一点。 他在剑桥[193]的犄角拐了弯，依然被那种感觉纠缠着。叮当声，马蹄声。馨香的肉体，温暖而丰满。吻遍了通身。默许了。在盛夏的田野里，在被压得缠在一起的篙草丛中，在公寓那嘀嘀嗒嗒漏着雨的门厅里，在沙发或咯吱咯吱响的床上。 “杰克，心肝儿!” “宝贝!” “吻我，雷吉!” “我的乖!” “宝宝!” 他心里坪坪跳着，推开了伯顿饭馆的门。一股臭气堵塞住他那颤巍巍的呼吸。冲鼻的肉汁，泥浆般的蔬菜。瞧瞧动物们那副狼吞虎咽的样子。 人啊，人啊，人啊。 他们有的端坐在酒柜旁的高凳上，把帽子往后脑勺一推，有的坐在桌前，喊着还要添免费面包。狂饮劣酒，往嘴里填着稀溜溜的什么，鼓起眼睛，揩拭沾湿了的口髭。一个面色苍白、有着一张板油般脸色的小伙子，正用餐巾擦他那玻璃酒杯、刀叉和调羹。又是一批新的细菌。有个男人胸前围着沾满酱油痕迹的小孩餐巾，喉咙里呼噜噜地响着，正往食道里灌着汤汁。另一个把嘴里的东西又吐回到盘子上。那是嚼了一半的软骨，嘴里只剩齿龈了，想嚼却没有了牙。放在铁丝格子上炙烤的厚厚的一大片肋肉，囫囵吞下去拉倒。酒鬼那双悲戚的眼睛。他咬下一大口内，又嚼不动了。我也像那副样子吗?用别人看我们的眼睛来瞧瞧自己。[194]肚子饿了的就怒气冲天。牙齿和下巴活动着。别嚼啦!哎呀!一块骨头!在教科书的一首诗里写着：爱尔兰最后一位异教徒国王科麦克就是在博因河[195]以南的期莱镇上噎死的。不晓得他吃的是什么。想必是美味无比的佳希吧。圣帕特里克后来使他扳依基督 “烤牛肉和包心菜。” “来一盘焖肉。” 男人的气味。啐上了唾沫的锯屑，甜丝丝、温吞吞的纸烟气味，嚼烟的恶臭，洒掉的啤酒，啤酒般的人尿味，发霉的酵母气味。 他快要呕吐了。 在这里，连一口也咽不下去。那个汉子在磨刀叉哪，打算把他面前的东西吃个一干二净。那老家伙在剔牙。一阵轻微的痉挛，肚子填得饱饱的，正在反刍。饭前饭后。饭后的祝祷文。望望这一幅画像，再望望那幅[197]。用浸泡得烂糟糟的面包片蘸肉汁来吃。干脆把盘子都舔个干净算啦，人啊!不要再这样啦! 他紧蹙鼻翼，四下里打量那些坐在凳子上对桌进食的人们。 “给咱来两瓶黑啤酒。” “来盘罐头腌牛肉配包心菜。” 那家伙挑起满满一刀子包心菜，往嘴里塞，像是靠这来活命似的。-口就吞了下去。我看着都吓一跳。还不如用三只手来吃[198]呢。把肢体一根根地撕裂。这是他的第二天性。他是嘴里叼着一把银刀子生下来的。我认为这话挺俏皮。啊，不。银子就意味着生在阔人家。叼着一把刀子生下来的。可那么一来，隐喻就消失了。 一个腰带系得松松的侍者在唏哩哗啦地收走黏糊糊的盘子。法警长罗克[l99]站在柜台那儿，把他那大杯上冒起的啤酒泡沫吹掉。冒起了一大堆，黄黄地溅在他的靴子周围。一个就餐者直直地竖起刀叉，双肘倚着桌面，正准备吃下一道菜。他隔着摊在面前的那张污迹斑斑的报纸，正朝着食物升降机那边凝望。另一个家伙嘴里塞得满满的，在跟他谈着什么。很谈得来的知音。饭桌上的谈话。“星吃[期]一，我在芒[曼]切[彻]斯特银行[200]鱼[遇]见了特[他]。” “咦，是吗，真的呀?” 布卢姆先生迟迟疑疑地把两个手指按在嘴唇上。眼神里表示： “不在这儿吃啦。别去看他。” let's go.我就恨这种吃相下作的人。 他朝门口退去。到戴维·伯恩那儿去吃点快餐吧。先填上肚皮，好能走动。早饭吃得挺饱。 “这儿要烤牛肉和土豆泥。” “再来一品脱黑啤酒。” 大家都在全力以赴，埋头大吃。gurgling.吃下去。gurgling.往嘴里填。