Chapter 12 Chapter 9 2

"It seems so," said Stephen, "for this nobleman, and for all other particular uncultivated virgin wombs,[335] he wanted to do that sacred duty that the groom does to the stallion. Perhaps, like Socrates, not only was his wife a shrew, but his mother was also a midwife. Yet she, that smirking, flamboyant woman, did not tear up the bedside alliance.[336] The ghost[337] was full of that Two things: the covenant was broken, and she empathized with that dull country bumpkin, the brother of the deceased husband. I believe that lovely Ann was lustful. She wooed a man once, and she wooed a second time. "

Stephen turned around resolutely in his chair. "The burden of proving it is on you and not on me," he said, frowning. "If you deny that he branded her unfaithful in scene five of Hamlet, tell me why in During the thirty-four years of their marriage, she was not mentioned a word from the day of the wedding until she gave him his funeral. These women all buried the men, and Mary sent off her head of household John[338], Ann sent Gone her poor dear Waylon[339]; he died before her, though resentful at going before her. Joan sent off her four brothers.[340] Judith[341 ] sent away her husband and all her sons. Susan also sent away her husband.[342] Susan's daughter Elizabeth, in the words of her grandfather: kill the first husband first, and then marry the second.[343 ] Oh, yes. Someone mentioned it. She had to borrow forty shillings from her father's shepherd while he was living luxuriously in London, the capital. [344] You explained it. And explained Look at the 'Swan Song'[345], in which the author extols her to posterity."

He faced everyone's silence. Eglinton had this to say to him: You are referring to the will. I believe, however, that jurists have interpreted it. By unwritten law she, as a widow, have the right to inherit the estate.The judges tell us, He has extensive legal knowledge. The demon taunted him. Mockers: Therefore, he put her name from the original draft; however he did not write off the granddaughter and gifts from daughters, For his sister and his dear friends in Stratford and London Gift.Therefore, as far as I know, When he was reminded, don't forget her name he left her

second best bed. [346] gist. [347] leave her with that second best bed leave her with that scrape bed second best bed Reserve a bed. Oh! "Even the handsome countrymen[348] had very little money then," said John Eglinton, "and if our peasant plays[349] are true, they still have very little." "He's a rich country gentleman," said Stephen, "with a coat of arms, and owns an estate in Stratford, and a house in Irish Gardens. He's a capitalist and stockholder, a promoter of securities, and a cashier. One-tax farmer. If he wants her to snore for the rest of her life, why doesn't he give her his best bed?"

"He obviously has two beds, one the best and the second best," said Mr. Best[350] the next best, nicely. "Farewell to table and dorms," ​​Buck Mulligan put it more clearly, to a laugh. "About the famous beds, the ancients said a lot," followed by Eglinton pouted and smiled as if on the bed, "Let's think about it." "The ancients write of that urchin of Stakeylet, and of the bald pagan sage," said Stephen, "who, dying in exile, freed his slaves, and left them wealth, and glorified the fathers, in his will Asked to bury himself next to the remains of his dead wife, and entrusted his friend Haosheng to take care of his former mistress (don't forget Nell Gwen Herpalis), and let her live in his villa.[352]”

"Do you think that's how he died?" Mr. Best asked with some concern. "I mean..." "He died dead drunk," Buck Mulligan began, "a quart of stout, a king's favorite.[353] Well, I must tell you what Dorton[354] said what!" "Say what?" asked Best Eglinton[355]. William, Shakespeare & Co. [356] William of the People.For details, please contact: E. Dorton, Hayfield Residence...[357] "Lovely!" Buck Mulligan sighed affectionately. "I asked him how he felt about people accusing the great poet of sodomy. He threw up his hands and said, all we can say is , life at that time was full of joy and joy.[358] How lovely!

Child molestation. "The sense of beauty leads us astray," Best, basking in his mournful beauty, says to Eglinton, who is turning ugly. Resolute John answered grimly: "The doctor can tell us what that means. You can't have a snack and keep it in your hand."[359] Do you say so? Are they going to take from us—from me, the token of beauty—the palm branch[360]? "And the sense of property," said Stephen, "who yanked Sherlock out of his own long pocket[361]. The son of a beer wholesaler and usurer, himself a wheat wholesaler and A usurer. He had ten todds[362] of wheat in his possession when the riot was caused by the famine. No doubt the gang who borrowed from him were Chettle Falstaff A man of every denomination. They say he deals fairly. To get back some sacks of malt he goes to court with an actor of the same troupe, demanding a pound of his flesh as interest on a loan. Otherwise, How did the groom and footman that Aubrey[363] speak of get rich so quickly? He would do anything for money. The Jewish heart of Jew Lopez, the Queen's physician, was Gouged out alive, after the gallows, dismembered eight pieces, followed by a persecution of the Jews. This coincides with the Sherlock incident. "Hamlet" and "Macbeth" are related to the burning of witches The accession of the pseudo-philosopher of his penchant for the same period.[365] In "Love's Futility," the defeated Armada[366] becomes the object of his ridicule. His open-air performance—that is, the historical drama, In the midst of Mavking's mania[367] came the scene. When the Warwickshire Jesuits were tried we heard a porter's account of the ambiguity.[368] 'The Adventure of the Seas' On sailing home from Bermuda,[369] Renan had written the play in which our American cousin Patsy Caliban[370] had been praised. After Sidney, he also wrote the Beautiful sonnets.[371] About the fairy Elizabeth (aka Bess the Red), the fat virgin who commissioned The Merry Wives of Windsor, which German gentleman spends his life picking from the laundry basket Let's collect it from the bottom of it, so as to find out its deep meaning.[372]”

I think I understand quite a bit.Well, let’s take a look at combining theology, philosophy, linguistics and so on.Piss, piss, piss, piss. [373] "Prove he's a Jew," John Eglinton marched expectantly, "the dean of your college says he's a Roman Catholic."[374] "I should be restrained."[375] "He's made in Germany[376]—" replied Stephen, "a master of Italian scandals with French varnishes[377]." "A man of hearts," reminded Mr. Best, "and Coleridge [378] said he was a man of hearts." In general, in human society, it is very important to have friendship among people. [379]

"St. Thomas," Stephen began... "Pray for us[380]," Monk Mulligan groaned as he slumped in his chair. From there, he chanted mournfully the ancient Norse lament: "Kiss my ass! The beating of my heart! [381] From today we perish! We do perish!"[382] Everyone smiled. "St. Thomas..." said Stephen, smiling, "that voluminous book I read and admired in its original form. He took a different standpoint from the New Vienna School [383] mentioned by Mr. Magee." , to the question of incest. In his wise and curious way he compares incest to emotional insatiability. He points out that this kind of love, bred between persons of close blood, is of great importance to those who may desire it. strangers, but greed is repressed. The Christians condemn the greed of the Jews, the most inclined of all peoples to inbreeding. This condemnation is uttered with anger. The Christian commandment made the Jews very rich (to For them, as for the Lollards, the storm afforded them a refuge) and hoops of steel to their affections.[384] Whether these precepts were vices or virtues, Father God[385] will The end of the world tells us. Yet a man so attached to his debts is so attached to his so-called husband's rights. Nor should any smiling neighbor[386] covet his cow, his wife, his inscription, or his jackass.[ 387]

"Or his she-ass," Buck Mulligan went on. "Gentle Will [388] was roughed up," said mild Mr Best mildly. "Which Will?" Buck Mulligan said kindly. "It's all mixed up." "The will to live," John Eglinton philosophized, "was, to Will's widow, poor Ann, the will to meet death."[389] "Rest in peace!" prayed Stephen. What were your ambitions back then? It has long since disappeared. [391] "Although you prove that the bed was as precious as the car is today, and the carvings on the bed surprised seven parishes; it can't change her-the masked queen[392] stood stiff in blue on that good day The fact that she was in bed. In her later years, she became friendly with the evangelists—one of whom lived with her in the mansion 'New Land' and drank the quart of white wine paid for by the town council. But how did he sleep? In which bed, I don't know. She heard that she had a soul. She read (or had someone read to her) his cheap pamphlets. She liked them better than The Merry Wives of Windsor. ". She pissed astride the urinal every night,[393] thinking about "Hooks and Buttonholes in the Pious Trousers" and "The Most Holy Snuffbox That Makes the Most Devout Sneezes".[394] Wiener His lips curled up in prayer. A rebuke of the heart. A heart of remorse. This is the age of an exhausted whore looking for God after aging."

"History shows this to be true," quotes the chronicler Eglinton,[395] "times are constantly changing. Yet a man's worst enemies are those of his own family and clan."396 Well founded. I think Russell is right. Why should we bother about his wife or his father? In my opinion, only family poets have a family life. Falstaff is not a stay at home Man. I think the fat knight is the marvelous character he created." Skinny, he leaned back in the chair.Out of shame, deny your kindred,[397] you smug man. [398] He dined shyly with the godless, and stole wine glasses. [399] This was charged to him by a gentleman of Antrim[400] in the province of Ulster.Come to him every season when you check out.Mr Magee, a gentleman is coming to see you.Me? He said he was your father, sir.Please bring in my Wordsworth [401].Big Maggie Mathew [402] came in.It was a wrinkled, rough, disheveled countryman[403] in tight shorts with a front pocket at the hip,[404] cloth stockings[405] stained with the mud of ten woods,[406 ] with a wild applewood staff in his hand. [407] What about your own? He knows your old man[408]—a widower. I rushed from bustling Paris to her dirty bedside before she died.Touched his hand on the pier.He spoke with a new tenderness in his voice.Dr. Bob Kenny[409] is nursing her.Those eyes bless me without knowing me. "A father," said Stephen, "repressed despair, the inevitable misery. He wrote the play a few months after his father's death.[410] The graying man with two A man whose marriageable daughter[411] was only thirty-five years old, just in the middle of his life,[412] has the experience of a man who is fifty years old. If you think he is the beardless Wittenberg College student,[413] then you must regard his seventy-year-old mother as a lascivious queen. No, John Shakespeare's body does not wander about in the night.[414] It rots away hour by hour.[ 415] Having bequeathed his mysterious inheritance[416] to his son, he relinquished his duties as a father and began to rest. Calatrin[417] of Boccaccio is the only man ever to think himself pregnant. .Man lacks the concept of fatherhood in the sense of conscious procreation. That is the mystical hierarchy from the only Father to the only Son, inherited from the Apostles. The Church is not founded on well-behaved Italian wisdom The Madonna thrown to the mortal beings of Europe, but on this mystery - firmly on it. For like the world, like the macrocosm and the microcosm, it is founded on nothingness, on impermanence and indeterminate. Maternal love[418] in the nominative and accusative is perhaps the only real thing in life.[419] Fatherhood may be a legal presumption. Who is loved by the son, or the father of a son?" What are you talking about? I know.Shut up.damn it.I have my reasons. more and more.more.Furthermore.Thereafter [420]. Are you destined to do this? "A vexing physical disgrace divides father and son. The annals of crime in the world, tainted by all other records of incest and bestiality, have scarcely recorded such transgressions. Son and mother, father and daughter , homosexuality between sisters, unspeakable love, nephew and grandmother, prisoner and keyhole, queen and thoroughbred bull.[421] Sons spoil beauty before they are born. After birth, bring pain, distract love, increase He is a new male: his growth is his father's aging; his youth is his father's envy; his friends are his father's enemies." In Princes Street[422] I thought about it. "What brings the two together in nature? The moment of blind rut." Am I a father? If I am? Shrunken, uncertain hands. "Saberius[423] of Africa, founder of the most cunning paganism among wild animals, insists that the Father is his own Son. There is no bulldog Aquinas[424] of languages ​​that cannot be mastered. refutes him. Can a son without a father be a son, then, if a father without a son is not a father? When Rutland Bacon Southampton Shakespeare[425] or another in a comedy of errors When the poet of the same name[426] wrote Hamlet, he was not only the father of his own son, but because he was no longer a son, he became, and felt himself, the father of the whole family—his own Father of grandfather, father of his late-born grandson. That grandson, by the way, was never born, because, as Mr. Magee understands, nature abhors perfection.[427]” Eglinton's eyes beamed with joy, and he looked up shyly and knowingly.The merry Puritan watched merrily through the coiled briars.[428] Compliments.very by chance.Compliments, however. "He himself is his own father," murmured the son Mulligan. "Wait a minute. I'm pregnant. I have an unborn baby in my head. Athena, goddess of wisdom [430]! A play! The point is the play! [431] Let me give birth!" He clasped his protruding forehead with those midwifery hands. "As to his family," said Stephen, "his mother's name still lives in the Forest of Arden.[432] Her death prompted him to write the Vroniki scene in Coriolanus. [433] The dying scene of young Arthur in "King John" describes the death of his youngest son. Prince Hamlet in mourning is Hamnet Shakespeare. We know "The Tempest", "Pericles" , Who are the maidens in The Winter's Tale. Who are Cleopatra[434] and Cressida[435] and Venus, the meat-pots of Egypt, we can guess. Yet There is another person in his family that has been recorded." "It's getting complicated," John Eglinton said. The Quaker-Librarian entered quietly, trembling.Trembling his expressionless face, trembling, trembling, trembling quickly. [436] The door is closed.small room.daytime. They listen.three.them. Me, you, him, them. Come on, let's have dinner. stephen He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard[437].Gilbert, in his old age, told several gentlemen that the church donor had given him a free pass once he went to mass.So he went and saw his brother Wool, the playwright, put on a fight scene in London with a man on his back. [438] Sausages in the theater [439] Gilbert had a good time.I can't see him anywhere.But the lovely William recorded an Edmund and a Richard in his works. Maggie Eglin, John Name! What is the meaning of the name? [440] Best Richard is my name, you know that?I hope you have a good word for Richard.You know, for my sake. (laughter) Buck Mulligan (softly, fading out)[441] So, medical student Dick Said to his medical classmate David...[442] stephen His black-hearted trinity—the gang of pickpockets: Iago, Humpback Richard, and Edmund in King Lear, two of whom bear the same name as their villainous uncle.Moreover, when he wrote or was writing this last play, his brother Edmund lay dying in Southwark.[443] Best I wish Edmund would suffer, I don't want the name Richard... (laughter) Quaker Lister (Back to original speed) But he stole my good name...[444] stephen (accelerates) He hides his own name—William, a beautiful name—in the play.A supporting role in this play, and a buffoon in that play.Just as the Italian painters of old painted his own portrait in the dark corners of the canvas, he shows it in his Sonnets, which are full of "Will."Like Gaunt O. John[446], to whom the name was precious, as was the coat of arms which he so desperately wooed--the honour[448] drawn on the black right slash[447] Heraldry of spears or silver blades—precious as that.More precious than the honor of being the greatest playwright in the country.What is the meaning of a name?[449] That is what we asked ourselves as children when we were told our names and wrote them down.When he was born, there appeared a star[450], a morning star, and a fire-breathing dragon[451].During the day, it shone alone in space, brighter than Venus at night.At night it shines on the triangle of Cassiopeia, which marks his initial W[452] and lies across the stars.As he left Ann Hathaway's arms at midnight and returned from Shortley, he walked across the sleepy summer fields and looked out at the star lying low on the horizon east of Ursa Major. star. Both are satisfied, and so am I. Tell them not that he was nine years old when the star disappeared[454]. And from her arms. Waiting to be wooed and possessed. [455] Alas, you coward, [456] who will woo you? Read about the sky.abuser. [457] Stephen's Bull Spirit. [458] Where is your zodiac sign? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread evenly. S.D. His mistress.Not bad—his.Gelindo made up his mind not to fall in love with S·D·[459] "Mr. Dedalus, what's that?" asked the Quaker-library. "Is it a celestial phenomenon?" "There are stars by night," said Stephen, "and pillars of cloud by day."[460] What else is there to say? Stephen looked at his hat, cane, and boots. Stephanos[461], my crown.my sword.His boots deformed my feet.Get a pair.My socks are full of holes.Same goes for handkerchiefs. "You have a knack for names," admitted John Eglinton, "and you've got a fancy one yourself. I think that just speaks to your fanciful nature." Me, Magee and Mulligan. The mythical craftsman. [462] A man who looks like an eagle.You fly away.Flying where? From New Haven to Dieppe [463], steerage.to and from Paris.The limelight wheat chicken. [464] Icarus. [465] Father, help me. [466] Splashed by sea water, plunged headlong, rolling.You're a Wheatie, become a Wheatie. Mr. Best eagerly and serenely held up his notebook and said: "That's very interesting. Because, you know, we can find the theme of brethren in Irish folklore, too. Exactly as you say. Three Brothers in Shakespeare. Grimm [467] too. You know, in those fairy tales, The third brother always marries Sleeping Beauty and wins the jackpot." Best[468] of the best brethren.Well, better, best. The Quaker-librarian came to the side and stopped abruptly as if a spring had been loosened. "I would like to know," he said, "which of your brothers... If I understand you correctly, you have hinted that one of your brothers has been misbehaving... However, perhaps I have misunderstood ?” He realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, looked around at everyone, and swallowed the following words go. A servant stood at the door and shouted: "Mr Lister! Father Dinen [469] wants to see..." "O, Father Dinning! Come right away." He immediately stomped on his leather shoes and walked out straight away. John Eglinton offered a challenge. "Well," said he, "let us hear what you have to say about Richard and Edmund. Didn't you save them till last?" "I asked you to remember those two noble kinsmen[470]—Uncle Rich and Uncle Edmund," replied Stephen, "and I think I may be asking too much. Brother is like an umbrella , are easily forgotten." The limelight wheat chicken. Where is your brother? In the apothecary's shop. [471] He who forged me, and Cranly, Mulligan. [472] Now it's the gang.rhetoric.However take action.Put words into practice.They mock you to test you.take action.Let them take action on you. The limelight wheat chicken. I'm bored with my voice, I'm bored with Esau's voice. [473] Willing to trade my throne for a glass of wine. [474] Go on. "You will say that these names are already written in the chronicle which he used as the material of the drama. Why did he use these instead of others? Richard, a misshapen hunchback, asked the widow Ann (what's the point of the name?) proposes and wins her - a merry widow son of a bitch. Third brother - Richard the Conqueror, after William the Conqueror. The other four acts of this play, loosely The scatter follows the first act. Of all Shakespeare's kings, Richard is the only one of the world's angels[475] whom he has not sheltered with reverence. Edmund's appearance in King Lear An interjection is taken from Sidney's Arcadia, why fill it into a Celtic legend older than history?"[476] "That's Will's way of doing it," defended John Eglinton, "and it's impossible now to link Norse mythology with excerpts from George Meredith's novel. Moore would say:' What can be done about it?'[477] He moved Bohemia to the sea,[478] made Ulysses quote Aristotle.”[479] "Why?" Stephen asked himself, "because for Shakespeare the brother who lied, the brother who usurped, the brother who adultered, or some combination of the three, was always a subject, and the poor But not often with him.[480] Exiled from heart, exiled from home, the melody of this exile has continued uninterruptedly since Two Gentlemen of Verona, until Prospero broke his rod, buried it fathoms deep in the ground, and cast his book into the sea.[481] After he entered middle age, this melody doubled in volume, reflected in another life, as prologue, Development, climax, ending [482] to repeat. When he was dying, the melody was repeated. Like a mother, like a daughter. At that time, his married daughter Suzanne was accused of adultery [483] But it was original sin that clouded his mind, weakened his will, and made him strongly inclined to evil. According to the Bishops of Maynooth, the original sinner, because it is original sin, Although it was committed by others, it was also his part.[484] It was revealed in his last words. These words are inscribed on his tombstone. Her bones shall not be buried below.[484] 485] Years have not made it obsolete. Beauty and peace have not made it disappear. In every corner of the world he created, there are endless changes. [486] In "Love's Futility", twice in "As You Like It" , in The Tempest, in Hamlet, in Measure for Measure--and in all the other plays I haven't read." To free his mind from the fetters of the spirit, he smiled. Inquisitor Eglinton sums it up. "The truth lies in between," he said emphatically. "He is the Holy Ghost and the Prince. He is everything."[487] "Well," said Stephen, "the boy in Act One is the mature man in Act Five. He's everything. In Cymbeline, in Othello, he's the madam.[488] ], put on a green turban, he acted, and let others act on him. He had ideals, or tended to degenerate, like Jose who killed the living Carmen.[489] His Cold and stern reason is like Iago in rage, constantly wishing that the Moor within him[490] would be tormented." "Coo-coo! coo-coo!" cried Mulligan in obscene tones, "ah, that horrible sound!"[491] The dark vaulted ceiling picked up the sound and echoed. [492] "What a character Iago is!" exclaimed the fearless John Eglinton. the most." "Men could not please him; no, women could not please him,[494]" said Stephen, "and after a lifetime away he returned to the land of his birth. Still a silent witness of that place. There he finished his journey. He planted his mulberry tree in the field,[496] and died. Breathing stopped.[497] Digging the grave who buried Hamlet the Great and Hamlet the Younger.[498] The King and Prince died at last to music. Murdered or framed, what mattered? For whether he was a Dane or a Dubliner , All those soft-hearted people will weep, This mourning for the dead is the only husband they will not divorce. If you like the ending, then look at it carefully. Happy Prospero[ 499] is a good person who gets good rewards, Lizzie[500] is grandpa's baby bump; Uncle Rich, a gangster, is sent to the place where bad black people are destined to go according to the principle of karma.[501] The ending is happy and the curtain is over. He found that what is possible in the inner world, the outer world has already become a reality. Maeterlinck said: "If Socrates left home today, he would find the wise man sitting on his doorstep. If Judas today out at night, and his feet will lead him to Judas.'[502] The life of every man is many days, day after day. We walk through the self[503] and meet robbers, ghosts, giants, Old men, young men, wives, widows, brethren in love, yet we always meet ourselves. The playwright who wrote the great book of the world and wrote it badly (he first gave us the light, then It took two days to give the sun[504]), which is what the most Roman of Catholics call the Sha-God[505]--God of the Hangman and Lord of All; [506] In all of us: groom, butcher, and bawd, and green-turbaned. Yet if economy be practiced in heaven, as Hamlet prophesied, then nothing more marriage; or whoever has some splendor, half-yin, half-yang, shall be his wife.”[507] "I've found it!" cried Buck Mulligan, "I've found it?" He jumped up with sudden joy, and dashed to John Eglinton's desk. "Can you?" Chi said, "Malachi accepted the oracle.[509]" He scribbled on a piece of paper. Grab a few slips of paper from the counter as you head out. "Those who are married," said Mr. Best, the Messenger of Peace, "except one shall live. Those who are not married shall not be allowed to remarry."[510] He, the bachelor, smiled at the celibate Eglinton Johannes, BA. They have no family, no illusions, and are guarded. Every night, they grope for their respective copies of "The Taming of the Shrew" with various annotations, while meditating. "You're a fallacy," said John Eglinton bluntly to Stephen. "You've been taking us around for half a day, and you're just showing us a French triangle. Do you trust your own opinion?" "No," said Stephen at once. "Are you going to write it?" asked Mr. Best. "You should write it in question and answer form. You know, like Wilde's Platonic dialogues." John Eclectic Tikon[511] smiled ambiguously. "Well, if that's the case," said he, "I don't see how you can expect to be paid if you don't even believe it yourself. Dorton [512] believes there are mysteries in Hamlet, But that's all he said. Mr. Brebchu, whom Piper met in Berlin, was working on the theory of Lateran[513], the secret of which he believed to be hidden in the monument at Stratford. Piper said , he is about to visit the current Duke and prove to him that his ancestors wrote those plays. This will surprise His Excellency, but Brebchu believes in his own opinion. "I believe, O Lord, but my faith is not enough; help me"[514] that is, help me to believe, or help me not to believe.Who will help me with letters? Myself. [515] Who's going to help me not to believe? Another guy. "You're the only one who asks for a payment for writing for Dana [516]. If that's the case, it's hard to say what the next issue will be. Fred Ryan [517] has room to spare. Publish an article on economics." Fredline.He lent me two silver coins.Anyway, let's deal with it.economics. "For a guinea," said Stephen, "you can publish this interview." Buck Mulligan, who was scribbling something with a smile on his face, stood up while smiling, and then said with a serious face: "I visited Kinch the 'Great Poet' at his summer home in Upper Mecklenburg Street and found him with two syphilitic women - Nellie the Rookie and Rosalie the Whore on the Coal Docks [ 518]—to study the "Summa Anti-Heganism"[519] together." He paused. "Come, Kinch, come, Angus, god of erratic birds [520]." Come out, Kinch, you've eaten up what's left of us. [521] Well, I'll reward you with leftovers and offal. Stephen stood up. Life is nothing more than day after day.Today is coming to an end. "See you tonight," said John Eglinton, "and our friend [522] Moore says Buck Mulligan must come." Buck Mulligan waved the paper and the Panama hat. "Mr. Moore," he said, "French literature lecturer for Irish youth. I'll go. Come on, Kinch, the 'Great Poets' must drink. Can you walk without help?" He was smiling while... Drink till eleven o'clock, Irish night party. big fool... Stephen followed a big stupid guy... We had a discussion at the National Library one day.Shakespeare. [524] Then, I walked behind the foolish man.I was so close to his heels that I could have scratched the chilblains on them. [525] Stephen greeted them all, and followed, dejectedly[526] , the big, newly-cut, neatly combed, joking man, out of the vaulted room into the bright, thoughtless sun. What did I learn? About them? About myself? Go like Haines for now. 长期读者阅览室。在阅览者签名簿上，卡什尔·博伊尔·奥康纳·菲茨莫里斯·菲斯德尔·法雷尔用龙飞凤舞的字体写下了他那多音节的名字。研究项目：哈姆莱特发疯了吗?歇顶的公谊会教徒正在跟一个小教士虔诚地谈论着书本。 “啊，请您务必……那我真是太高兴啦……” 勃克·穆利根觉得有趣，自己点点头，愉快地咕哝道： “心满意足的波顿。[527]” 旋转栅门。 难道是……?饰有蓝绸带的帽子……?胡乱涂写着……?什么?……看见了吗？ 弧形扶栏。明契乌斯河缓缓流着，一平如镜。[528] 迫克[529]·穆利根，头戴巴拿马盔，一边走着，一边忽高忽低地唱着： 约翰·埃格林顿，我的乖，约翰，[530] 你为啥不娶个老婆? 他朝半空中啐了一口，唾沫飞溅。 “噢，没下巴的中国佬!靳张艾林唐[531]。我们曾到过他们那戏棚子，海恩斯和我，在管子工会的会馆。我们的演员们正在像希腊人或梅特林克先生那样，为欧洲创造一种新艺术。阿贝剧院!我闻见了僧侣们阴部的汗臭味。”[532] 他漠然地啐了口唾沫。 一古脑儿全抛在脑后了，就像忘记了可恶的路希那顿鞭子一样。[533]也忘记了撇下那个三十岁的女人[534]的事。为什么没再生个娃娃呢?而且，为什么头胎是个女孩儿呢? 事后聪明。从头来一遍。 倔强的隐士依然在那儿呢(他把点心拿在乎里[535])，还有那个文静的小伙子，小乖乖[536]，菲多那囝囝般的金发。[537] 呃……我只是呃……曾经想要……我忘记了……呃…… “朗沃思和麦考迪·阿特金森也在那儿[538]……” 迫克·穆利根合辙押韵，颤声吟着： 每逢喊声传邻里， 或听街头大兵语， 我就忽然间想起， 弗·麦考迪·阿特金森， 一条木腿是假的， 穿着短裤不讲道理， 渴了不敢把酒饮， 嘴缺下巴的马吉， 活了一世怕娶妻， 二人成天搞手淫。[539] 继续嘲弄吧。Know yourself. [540] 一个嘲弄者在我下面停下脚步，望着我。I stopped. “愁眉苦脸的戏子，”勃克·穆利根慨叹道，“辛格为了活得更自然，不再穿丧服了。只有老鸨、教士和英国煤炭才是黑色的。”[541] 他唇边掠过一丝微笑。 “自从你写了那篇关于狗鳕婆子格雷戈里的文章，”他说，“朗沃思就感到非常烦闷。哦，你这个好窥人隐私、成天酗酒的犹太耶稣会士!她在报馆里替你谋一份差事，你却骂她是蹩脚演员，写了那些蠢话。你难道不能学点叶芝的笔法吗?[542]” 他歪鼻子斜眼地走下楼梯，优雅地抡着胳膊吟诵着： “我国当代一部最美的书。它令人想到荷马。” 他在楼梯下止住了步子。 “我为哑剧演员们构思了一出戏，”他认真地说。 有着圆柱的摩尔式大厅，阴影交错。九个头戴有标志的帽子的男人跳的摩利斯舞[543]结束了。 勃克·穆利根用他那甜润、抑扬顿挫的嗓音读着那个法 版：[544] 人人是各自的妻 or 到手的蜜月 (由三次情欲亢进构成的、国民不道德剧) author 巴洛基·穆利根[545] 他朝斯蒂芬装出一脸快乐的傻笑，说： “就怕伪装得不够巧妙。可是且听下去。” 他读道，清晰地：[546] characters 托比·托斯托夫(破了产的波兰人) 克雷布(土匪)[547] 医科学生迪克 和一石二鸟 医科学生戴维 老枢葛罗甘(送水者) 新手内莉 as well as 罗莎莉(煤炭码头上的婊子) 他摇头晃脑地笑了，继续往前走，斯蒂芬跟在后面。他对着影子——对着人们的灵魂快快乐乐地说着话儿： “啊，坎姆顿会堂[548]的那个夜晚啊！——你躺在桑椹色的、五彩续纷的大量呕吐物当中。为了从你身上迈过去，爱琳[549]的女儿们得撩起她们的裙子!” “她们为之撩起裙子的，”斯蒂芬说，“是爱琳最天真无邪的儿子。” 正要走出门口的当儿，他觉出背后有人，便往旁边一闪。 let's go.现在正是时机。那么，去哪儿呢?倘若苏格拉底今天离开家，倘若犹大今晚外出。为什么?它横在我迟早会无可避免地要到达的空间。 我的意志。与我遥遥相对的是他的意志。中间隔着汪洋大海。 一个男人边鞠躬边致意，从他们之间穿过。 “又碰见了，”勃克·穆利根说。 有圆柱的门廊。 为了占卜凶吉，我曾在这里眺望过鸟群。 [550]飞鸟之神安古斯。它们飞去又飞来。昨天晚上我飞了。飞得自由自在。人们感到惊异。随后就是娼妓街。他捧着一只淡黄色蜜瓜朝我递过来。come in.随你挑[551]。 “一个流浪的犹太人，[552]”勃克、穆利根战战兢兢地装出一副小丑的样子悄悄地说，“你瞅见他的眼神了吗?他色迷迷地盯着你哩。我怕你，老水手。[553]哦，金赤。你的处境危险呀。去买条结实的裤衩吧。” 牛津派头。 白昼。拱形桥的上空，悬着状似独轮手车的太阳。 黑色的脊背方着豹一般的步伐，走在他们前面，从吊门的[554]倒刺下边钻了出去。 他们跟在后面。 继续对我大放厥词吧，说下去。 柔和的空气使基尔戴尔街的房屋外角轮廓鲜明。没有鸟儿。两缕轻烟从房顶袅袅上升，形成羽毛状，被一阵和风柔和地刮走。 别再厮斗了。辛白林的德鲁伊特祭司们的安宁，阐释秘义：在辽阔的大地上筑起一应祭坛。 让我们赞美神明； 让袅袅香烟从我们神圣的祭坛爬入他们的鼻孔。[555]