Chapter 19 Chapter 12 3

This afternoon there was a great[390] international community for the wedding of Joan Wise de Nolan[391] Knight, Senior Forester of the Irish National Forester, and Miss Fir Conifer[392] of Pine Valley, to Ireland Added radiance.The guests of honor were: Mrs. Sylvester[393] Mrs. Elmshade, Mrs. Barbara Arbor, Mrs. Pol Ash[394], Mrs. Holly Hazeleye[395], Miss Daphne Laurel, Dorothy .Miss Bamboo Bush, Mrs. Clyde Twelve Trees, Mrs. Sandy Green[396], Mrs. Helen Vines[397], Miss Cinnamon Cinnamon[398], Miss Gladys Beach[399] ], Miss Olive Garden, Miss White Maple [400], Miss Maud Redwood, Miss Myra Periwinkle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, [401] Miss Bee Honeysuckle [402], Grace Miss Poplar, Miss Oh Mimosa [403], Miss Rachel Cedarleaf [404], Miss Lillian and Viola Lilac [405], Miss Shy Poplar Orr [406], Kitty Miss Dewey-Moss[407], Miss May Hawthorn[408], Mrs. Gloriana Palmer[409], Mrs. Liana Forrest[410], Arabella[411] ] Mrs. Acacia and Norma Holm Oak of Oakholm Regis [412].The bride is carried to the groom on arm-in-arm by Mike Conifer[413] of her father Grant.She was wearing a novelty green silk satin gown, which was as fit as the plain gray shirt underneath.Wide emerald green sash at the waist and three ruffles of richer color at the hem.On such a background, the brown suspenders and hip decorations that resemble acorns are set off.It looks so good.The two bridesmaids, Larch Conifer and Spruce Conifer, are the younger sisters of the bride, dressed very appropriately in the same hue.The pleats are embroidered with minute threads[414] of delicate feathery roses.The emerald beanie was also ingeniously studded with pale coral heron feathers to match it.Monsieur Enrique Flo[415] played the organ with virtuosity of great renown: in addition to some of the movements prescribed in the wedding mass, a new and exciting tune was played after the ceremony, "The Woodcutter, Mocana A Tree" [416].After receiving the Pope's blessing[417], before leaving the church of St. Fiac[418] in the garden, people jokingly put hazelnuts, laurel leaves, catkins, lush ivy leaves, holly fruits, and mistletoe sprigs. The tender slivers of rowan and rowan were sprinkled on the happy couple like dense artillery fire.Mr and Mrs Wynn Conifer Nolan are going on a secluded honeymoon in the Black Forest. [419]

"And yet we keep our eyes on Europe," said the Citizen, "and we're trading with the Spaniards, French, and Flemish before the bastards are born."[420] Galway With Spanish ale, the grape-purple sea[421] is full of wine-ships." "It'll be like that," said Joe. "With the help of Our Lady of God, we'll pick ourselves up," said the Citizen, patting his thigh, "and our empty harbors will be full again. Queenstown, Kinsale, Blackgrass Bay, Kay Ventry[422] in the Kingdom of Riley. And Killybegs. That is the third largest port in the wide world[423], when the Earl of Desmond was able to make a direct treaty with the Emperor Charles V himself[424] I can see the Lynch's in Galway, the O'Reilly's in Cavan, and the O'Kennedy's in Dublin at a glance from the harbor,[425] with as many masts as a fleet. Will cheer up,' said he. "And then we'll see the first Irish warship sailing through the waves with our own flag flying from the prow. It's not your Henry Tudor's harp[426]. No, it's on board The oldest flag ever hoisted, the flag of Desmond and Somend, the three crowns on the blue ground, the three sons of Milesius[427]."

So he drank what was left in the cup.It's kind of like that [428].Farting and urinating like a tannery cat [429].Connacht's cows have long horns. [430] In spite of his momentum, he's not going to Sana Golden[431] to brag to the assembled crowd.The Molly Marquises[433] were looking for him to poke a hole in him, for he had robbed tenants[432] of quitting leases, so that he hardly dared to show himself there. "Listen, listen to this," said John Wythe, "what would you like to drink?" "Have a glass of 'Imperial Yeomanry,'" said Lenehan, "to celebrate."

"Hold on, Terry," said John Wythe, "for another bottle of 'Hands Up'[435]. Terry! Are you asleep?" "Yes, sir," said Terry, "a small whiskey and a bottle of Althorp. Yes, sir." Instead of serving the public, seek dirty thrills, read the damn paper with Alf.One is a head-to-head contest, with their heads down, and they're ramming into each other like bulls ramming a door, trying to knock the damned ones out.The other is "Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Georgia"[436]: a large group of Deadwood Dicks with their hats askew[437] fire at a nigger[438] hanging from a tree.He stuck out his tongue, and a bonfire burned beneath him.After putting him in the electric chair and crucifying him, he should be thrown into the sea.Only in this way can he be sure to kill him.

"What do you think of a good navy?" said Ned. "It stops the enemy's advance[439]." "Listen," said the Citizen, "it's hell on earth. You read what the papers say about moss torture on the practice ship in Portsmouth. A professed disgust [440 ] written by someone." So he began to tell us about corporal punishment, and about the line of sailors, officers, and rear admirals on board the ship with their three-cornered hats, and the priest with a Protestant Bible who testified to the punishment.There was also talk of a young lad being brought up, howling "Ma!" They tied him to the back of the cannon.

"Twelve rods on the hips," said the Citizen, "that's the old scoundrel Sir John Beresford's cry. But the Englishman of the modern God calls whipping ass." John Wise says: "It is better to break this custom than to obey it."[442] Then he told us that the marshal came up with a long cane in his hand, swung it, and gave the poor lad a good blow on the rear end till he uttered a thousand sounds[443] " kill!" "This is your glorious British navy that dominates the world," said the "Citizen," "these never-slaves[444] have the only hereditary House[445] of God's on earth, and the kingdom is held in a bet gangsters and ostentatious nobles. This is the great empire of the slaves and scourged serfs they boast of."

"The sun never rises up there,"[446] said Joe. "The tragedy," said the Citizen, "is that they believe it. Those unfortunate Yahus [447] believe it." They believed in the cane: the Almighty Punisher, maker of hell on earth; and in the sailor, son of the cannon, conceived by wicked boast, born of warlike navies.There are twelve sticks on its buttocks, which are used as sacrifices, skinned alive, made into leather, and howling ghosts and wolves, like a damn hell.On the third day, I got up from bed, sailed into the port, sat at the end of the beam, and waited for the next order to do hard labor for a living and pay a salary. [448]

"But," said Bloom, "isn't the punishment the same all over the world? I mean, if you fight violence with violence, isn't it the same here?" Didn't I tell you?As true as I'm drinking a beer right now, even on his deathbed he'll try to convince you that to die is to live. "We shall fight violence with violence," said the Citizen, "and across the ocean we have a greater Ireland[450]. After the shepherds' sheds by the roadside were smashed down with a sledgehammer, The Times rubbed its hands and told the cowardly Saxons that the Irish in Ireland would soon be reduced to as few as the red-skinned people in America.[452] Even Even the Grand Duke of Turkey sent his pesetas.[453] But the Saxon bastards were determined to starve their own people to death. There was grain everywhere, and the greedy English bought it and sold it to Rio de Janeiro.[ 454] Alas, they drove out the farmers in droves. Twenty thousand died in the coffin-ships[455]. Yet those who came to the free land[456] remembered the enslaved land[457] fresh. They Will come back with vengeance. They are not cowards, but the sons of Granueire[458], the fighters of Catherine the Toothless.”

"That's true," said Bloom, "however, I mean..." "We've been waiting, 'Citizen,'" said Ned, "since the day that poor poor old lady told us the French were at sea and landed at Killara."[460] "Ah," said John Wythe, "we fought for the Stuarts, and they betrayed us before William's faction.[461] Remember Limerick and the record was torn The stones of the treaty.[462] Our 'wild geese, who shed their most precious blood for France and Spain.[463] How about Fontenoy[464]? And Sarsfield[465] and Spain O'Donnell, Duke of Tetouan,[466] and Ulysses Brown of Camus,[467] who was Maria Theresa's field marshal. But what have we got?"

"The French!" said the Citizen, "just a bunch of dancers! Do you know what that is? They've never been worth a fart to Ireland. And now they're trying to do it in Tay. Was there a sincere understanding[469] with perfidious England at dinner at Pere[468]? They have always been the arsonists of Europe." "Down with the French!" said Lenehan, sipping his beer. "And the Prussians and the Hanoverians," said Joe, "from George the Elector of Hanover to that Germanic lad and that dead pompous old whore[471], don't the bastards who sit on our thrones eat sausages Is it missing?"

Gosh, I couldn't help laughing out loud hearing him describe the old guy with the blindfold.Old Vic drank Scotch whiskey every night in the palace and got drunk.Her coachman[472] picked her up and rolled her on the bed.She grabbed him by the whiskers and sang to him familiar passages from "Ellen am Rhein"[473] and "Where the Wine is Cheaper"[474]. "Here," said Jay Jay, "and now Edward the Peacemaker [475] is on stage." "That's for fools," said the Citizen, "that dandy made more damned syphilis than peace. Edward Guelph-Wetting!"[476] "What do you think," said Joe, "that the fellows of the church, the priests and bishops of Ireland, have painted his room at Maynooth the color of His Majesty's cavalry, and Post pictures of all the horses his jockeys have ridden. And that includes the Earl of Dublin." "They should also post pictures of all the women he's ridden," said Alf Jr. So Jay Jay said: "Considering that there is not enough space, those adults can't make up their minds." "Want another drink, Citizen?" said Joe. "All right, sir," he said, "come on." "What about you?" said Joe. "Thanks, Joe," I said, "and may your shadow never fade."[479] "Prescribe another dose as it is," said Joe. Bloom and John Wythe chattered away, their faces flushed with excitement, and their eyes, like ripe plums, rolling round and round. "That's called persecution," he said, "and the history of the world is full of persecutions that perpetuate hatred between peoples." "But do you know what a nation is?" said John Wythe. "Yes," said Bloom. "What is it?" said John Wythe. "Nation?" said Bloom. "Nation means the same people living in the same place." "My God, then," laughed Ned, "I'd be a people if that's the case. Because I've been living in the same place for the past five years." So, of course, everyone laughed at Bloom.He tried to get out of it by saying: "It also refers to people who live in different places." "That's what happened to me," said Joe. "May I ask what nationality are you from?" asked the Citizen. "Ireland," said Bloom, "I was born here. Ireland." The "citizen" said nothing, but cleared a mouthful of phlegm from his throat; and, my dear fellow, it was an oyster from the Red Sands Restaurant who spit it out into the corner of the room[480]. "I'll go with it, Joe," he said, taking out his handkerchief and drying his mouth. "Here, Citizen," said Joe, "take it in your right hand, and repeat the following after me." At this time, the extremely precious and meticulously embroidered ancient Irish face was carefully taken out, much to the admiration of the viewers.It is said to have been written by Solomon and Manus of Droma, the authors of the Book of Ballymot[481], and was completed in the house of Tomartachi MacDonoghue.As for the unrivaled beauty of the four corners, which can be called the pinnacle of art, there is no need to repeat them.It is clear enough for the viewer to recognize that the authors of the four Gospels presented to each of the four Masters[482] symbols of the Gospel: a scepter made of peat oak, a North American lion (which, by the way, is King of Beasts, much nobler than that produced in England), a Kerry calf, and a golden eagle from Mount Carenteo[483].The images embroidered on the excretory surface show our ancient cottages, earthen villages, ringed stone pillars, sunrooms of old castles[484], monasteries and mantra stone piles[485].The old Bamiside days[486] The book decorators of Sligo, in the unrestrained fancy of their art, painted scenes as wondrously rich, and so subdued in colour.The Valley of the Two Lakes, those lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Cronmcnoys[487], Conrad Abbey, the Glen of Inago and the Twelve Hills, the Eye of Ireland[488], the green hills of Tallaght , Croa Patrick's Hill[489], Arthur Guinness & Sons (Inc) Distillery, Lake Ralph Nigg, Ovoca Canyon[490], Isolde Tower, Mapas Obelisk [491], Sir St. Patrick's Dunn's Hospital[492], Head Clear, Aherlo Gorge[493], Lynch Castle, Scotch House, Ruthdown United Poor Workhouse, Loughlinston[494] , Tullamore Gaol, Castleknell Falls,[495] Town Grove Church of the Son of John[496], Monastre Boyce's Cross, Jury's Hotel, St Patrick's Purgatory,[497] Salmon Leap, Maynooth College Dining Hall, Curley's Cave,[498] Three Birthplaces of the First Duke of Wellington, The Rock of Cashel,[499] Allan Moor, Henry Street Wholesale Estate, Fingal's Cave [500]—All these touching[501] scenes still exist for us today.They have been made more beautiful by the flow of sorrow, and by the accumulation of richness which has gradually formed over time. "Pass me the wine," I said. "Which glass is which?" "It's mine," said Joe, as emphatically as the devil would speak to a dying policeman. "I'm still part of a hated, persecuted people," Bloom said. "It's the same now. Right now. This moment." Hey, that old snowy butt nearly burned his fingers. "Rooted," he said, "plundered. Disgraced. Persecuted. To take from us what is rightfully ours. Right now," he said, extending his fist, "in Morocco [502] as Slaves or livestock are auctioned off like that." "Are you talking about the New Jerusalem?" said the Citizen. "I'm talking about injustice," Bloom said. "Got it," said John Wythe, "then, if you have the guts, stand up and fight with violence." It's like a picture printed on a month card.It's like a live target for a soft bullet.An old, fat face lifted up to the muzzle of the duty-bearer, Hey, just put on a nanny's apron, he's perfect for a broom, and then he'll collapse and turn Turn around, drop your back to the enemy, limp like a wet rag. "But it's no use," he said, "violence, hatred, history, all that. Insult and hatred are not life to men and women. Everyone knows that real life is the exact opposite of that." of." "So what is it?" Alf said. "It's love," Bloom said. "I mean the opposite of hate. Now I must go," he said to John Wythe. "I'm going to the courthouse to see if Martin is there. If he comes, tell him I'll be right back. Just Go for a while." No one stopped you!He was like a lightning bolt filled with oil, and he ran away in a flash. "A new apostle among the Gentiles," said the Citizen, "a universal love." "Here," said John Wythe, "isn't that what we've heard: 'Love your neighbor.'[504]" "That fellow?" said the Citizen, "whose motto is: 'Take up all my neighbours.' [505] What a love[506]! He's a good model for Romeo and Juliet." Love misses love to love love. [507] Nurses love new pharmacists.A Cop Fourteen loves Mary Carey.Gerty McDowell loved the boy with the bicycle.Mo Bu loves a fair-haired gentleman.Book of Rites Han Ai Kiss Tea Puzhou [508].The elephant Jiang Bo loves the elephant Alice [509].Old Mr. Verskoyle with horns in his ears loves old Mrs. Verscoyle with cross-eyed ones.The man in the brown tape raincoat loves a dead lady. [511] His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.Mrs. Norman W. Tapper loved Officer Taylor.You love someone, and that person loves another person.Everyone loves someone, but God loves all. "Here, Joe," said I, "for your health and Goer's sake, another Ball's, Citizen." "Well, come on," said Joe. "God, Mary and Patrick bless you," said Citizen. So he held up the pint and wet his beard. "We know the hypocrites[512]," he said, "touch your bag while preaching. What about Cromwell and his 'Iron Armors' who are falsely pious? At Drogheda with them Killing women and children,[513] at the same time sticking the words "God is love" from the "Bible" on the muzzle of the cannon. "Bible"! Did you read today's "Irish United" about the ancestors who are visiting England? Chief Lu’s satirical article?”[514] "What was it about?" said Joe. So the "citizen" took out a newspaper he carried with him and read aloud: "Yesterday the Manchester cotton magnate and his party, accompanied by Lord Walkerp of Walker on Eggs of the Golden Rod,"[515] went to see His Majesty Araki[516] of Abekutah, and My heartfelt thanks for the convenience afforded to British merchants in Your Majesty's territory.The delegation had lunch with His Majesty.Near the end of the luncheon, the swarthy monarch delivered a merry speech, smoothly translated by the English clergyman, the venerable Ananias Preschad Belburn.Your Majesty expresses his profound gratitude to Mr. Walkerp[518].Emphasizing the friendly relationship between Abekuta and the British Empire, he said that he would cherish the illustrated Bible as a gift from the white female chieftain, the great and masculine Queen Victoria.It contains the sermons of God and the great mysteries of England, and he dedicated it with his own handwriting. [519] Afterwards, Araki raised his love cup (made from the skull of the former king of the Kakachakachak dynasty, nicknamed Forty Warts), and swigged strong 'black and white' whiskey. [520] Then go to the main factories of Cotton City[521] to visit and sign the guest book.In the end, the guest of honor performed the graceful ancient Abekuta expedition dance, during which the dancer swallowed several knives and forks in public, winning enthusiastic applause from the girls. " "The widow," said Ned, "she can do it. I wonder if she'll put it to the same use I do." "Not just one, but many more times," said Lenehan, "and the broad-leaved mangoes have grown very well in that fertile land ever since." "Was that written by Griffiths?" John Wythe said. "No," said the "citizen," "it's not signed by Jean Cannes. Only the initials P."[523] "That's a nice initial," said Jo. "That's how it works," said the Citizen, "trade always follows the flag." "Well," said Jay Jay, "as long as they're any worse than the Belgians in the Congo Free State, they're bad. Have you read the man's report and what's his name?" "Casement," said the Citizen, "is an Irishman." "Yes, that's him," said Jay Jay, "raping women and girls, whipping the bellies of the natives, and squeezing as much red rubber out of them as possible." "I know where he's been," said Lenehan, stroking the torreya with his finger. "Who?" I said. "Bloom," he said, "the courts are just a cover. He's betting a few shillings on 'lost,' and here's to taking his shillings." "That white-eyed Kafir?" said the Citizen. "He's never been so serious about a horse in his life." "That's where he was going," said Lenehan, "and I met Bantam Lyons who was about to bet on the horse. I discouraged him, and he told me it was Bloom Give him an idea. Bet five shillings and sure he'll make a hundred shillings. He's the only one in all of Dublin to do that. A 'dark horse,'." "He's a damn 'dark horse' himself," Joe said. "Hey, Joe," I said, "tell us where the exit is?" "There it is," Terry said. Goodbye, Ireland, I'm going to Gault. [526] So, I went around to the backyard to pee.Damn it (five shillings won a hundred back), excreted ("lose", twenty to one), unburdened, and said to himself: I know he's in his heart (the pint that Joe bought has money , and a pint at Slattery[527]), he was restless, and tried to divert away (a hundred shillings is five pounds).Savvy Burke told me that when they played poker at ("Dark Horse")'s, he also pretended the kid was sick (hey, must have withdrawn a gallon or so).The slack-bottomed wife piped up from upstairs saying: "She's better" or: "She..." (Oh!) Actually, it was all a gimmick: if he won a big bet, he would You can sneak around with your winnings in mind. (Oh, I have been holding back such a big bubble!) Operating without a license. (Oh!) He said Ireland is my nation. (Woo! Oops!) Don't go near those damned (done) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos. [528] When I got back anyway, they were arguing like hell.John Wise says it was Bloom who gave Griffiths the Sinn Féin idea to put all sorts of bastards in his paper: some arbitrary gerrymandering for personal gain Buying juries, evading taxes, sending consuls all over the world to sell Irish manufactures.Anyway, he robbed Peter and gave it to Paul.Bah, if those old dirty eyes are trying to take us down, it's fucking over, give us a fucking chance.God, save Ireland from those bloody rats.Mr. Bloom, who likes to brag, and the old charlatan of the last generation, old Methuselah[529] Bloom, the plundering peddler.He dug the whole country with his swindlers and fake diamonds, then took a dose of hydrocyanic acid[530] and killed himself.Loans by post are favorable.Handwritten IOU, the amount is not limited.Not limited to far and near.No collateral required.Hey, he's like Randy McHale's goat[531], willing to be a traveling companion with anyone. "Well, it's true anyway," said John Wythe, "and there just happened to be a man who could tell you the details—Martin Cunningham." Sure enough the castle coach came, with Martin and Jack Bauer in it, and an Orange Belter named Crofter or Crofton[532] who was on a allowance from the Commissioner of Customs, Registered again with Blackburn, also kept a paycheck, and traveled all over the country at the King's expense.The man's name may have been Crawford. Our travelers arrived at the country inn, and jumped from their mounts. [533] "Come on, brat!" A man who looked like a leader in the group shouted, "Reckless boy! Serve!" As he spoke, he tapped loudly on the open latticed window with the handle of his knife. The shopkeeper put on a duffel coat and came out in response. "Good evening, gentlemen," he said, bowing low and low. "Don't dawdle, old man!" cried the man who had just struck. "Take good care of our horses. Bring us the good food from the store. For they are very hungry." "Gentlemen, what should I do!" said the shopkeeper, "The food warehouse in the small shop is empty, and I don't know what to give to the officials." "What's wrong, this guy?" Another visitor shouted.The man was still amiable, "Master Tapu, are you just neglecting the envoy sent by the king?" Hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed. "My lords, please forgive me," he said respectfully, "since you are the envoys sent by the king (God bless your majesty!), please obey your orders. I assure you, my lords, (God bless your majesty the king!) ) Since I have visited the shop, I will never let everyone go away hungry." "Hurry up, then!" exclaimed a visitor who had not yet made a sound but seemed to have a good appetite. "What can we eat?" The boss bowed deeply again and replied: "Now I will serve a few dishes, please master the discretion. Pigeon pie with puff pastry, thin venison slices, veal tenderloin, red-necked ghost with crispy bacon, boar's head with pistachio seeds Meat; a plate of delightful custard, tansy with medlar, and a jug of old Rhine, how would you like it, my lord?" "Hey!" The last person who spoke loudly said, "I'm satisfied with this. Some pistachio seeds are more or less the same." "Aha!" exclaimed the cheerful man, "what's the store's pantry empty! What an amusing liar!"[534] At this moment Martin came in and asked where Bloom was. "Where's he?" said Lenehan, "tricking orphans and widows." "About Bloom and Sinn Féin," said John Wise, "isn't it true what I told the 'citizens'?" "It's true," Martin said, "at least they say so emphatically." "Who made that determination?" Alf said. "It's me," said Joe, "and I snapped it up like a crocodile." "At any rate," said John Wythe, "why shouldn't the Jews love their country as much as anyone else?" "There's nothing you can't love," said Jay Jay, "if you know what your country is." "Is he a Jew or a Gentile? Holy Rome, or a baby, or something?" said Ned. "Who is he? I don't mean to offend you, Crowe." Fulton." "Who's Junius?" said Jay Jay. "We don't want him," said Croftel, an Orange Belt or Presbyterian. "He's a curmudgeon Jew," said Martin, "from somewhere in Hungary. It was he who drew up all those plans according to the Hungarian system. [537] Our castle authorities know all about it." "Isn't he Dentist Bloom's cousin[538]?" said Jack Bauer. "Not at all," said Martin, "just the same surname. His original name was Virag[539], the name of his father who committed suicide by poisoning. His father changed the surname on a separate stamped certificate. .” "Here is Ireland's new savior!" said the Citizen. "The island of saints and sages!" "Well, they're still waiting for a savior," said Martin, "and we're not, for that matter." "Yeah," said Jay Jay, "every time a boy is born they think it might be their Messiah[541]. And I believe that every Jew is always in high spirits until he knows Is that a father or a mother[542]." "Every minute I've been anticipating that this is the time," Lenehan said. "Oh, dear," said Ned, "should have shown you the way Bloom looked before his dead son was born. Six weeks before his wife gave birth, I was at the Southside Public The market caught him shopping for Neve's canned food[543]." "It was already in the mother's womb,"[544] Jay Jay said. "Can you still call him a man?" said the Citizen. "I doubt he ever put it in there," said the Citizen. "Well, I've got two dolls anyway," said Jack Bauer. "Who does he suspect?"[545] said the Citizen. Hey, there's a lot of truth in a joke.He is a neutral person with a mixture of both sexes.The smart guy told me that once a month when he lived in the hotel he had a headache like a girl's period.Do you know what I'm telling you?It would be an act of God to catch such a fellow and throw him into the damned sea!That would be justifiable killing.It's quite a disgrace to a man to have five pounds on him, and then to slip away without paying for a pint.Bless us.But don't make us blind. "Be kind to your neighbor," said Martin, "but where is he? We can't wait any longer." "A wolf in sheep's clothing," said the Citizen, "this is he. Virag from Hungary! I call him Ahasuerus. Cursed by God." "Can you spare a quick drink, Martin?" said Ned. "Just one drink," said Martin. "We can't delay. I want 'Joe Jan'[547] and S." "How about you, Jack? Where's the Crofton? Three and a half pints, Terry." "After letting those gangs defile our shores," said the Citizen, "St. Patrick would love to land at Ballykin Lal[548] one more time, to set us right." "Here," said Martin, knocking on the table to urge his drink, "God bless all here—that's my prayer." "Ah men," said the Citizen. "And I trust the Lord to hear your prayers," Joe said. Following the tinkling of the communion bell[549], led by the person holding the cross, the deacon, those carrying the censer, those holding the incense box, the chanting, the priest, the deacon, the deputy deacon, and a group of blessed people came over.Here are the abbots, abbots, Franciscan abbots, monks, friars in bishop's crown; Mardolli,[551] Cistercian and Olivetan,[552] Oratorian and Vallombrosa[553] and Augustinian, Brigitte Sisters of the Congregation[554]; the Order of Premontrey, the Order of the Holy Servants[555] and the Brothers of the Holy Trinity, the Children of Peter Nolasco[556]; and the Children of the Prophet Elijah Also descended from Mount Carmer under the leadership of Bishop Albert and Teresa of Ávila, the Shoes and the Other[557]; mendicants in brown and grey, Francis of the Poor Sons[558] ; Capuchins[559] Friars, Friars of Cordeliers, Brothers and Obedients[560]; Daughters of Clare[561], and The sons of the Dominicans, the mendicant missionaries, and the sons of the emissaries[562].Then there are the monks of St. Volstein,[563], the disciples of Ignatius,[564], and the Brotherhood of the Holy Church under the venerable lay monk Edmund Ignatius Rice. [565].Then came all those saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors.Including St. Cyr, St. Isidore Alatore[566], St. James the Little[567], St. Phocas of Sinop, St. Julian the Assiduous, St. Felix de Cantaris[568] ], St. Simon the Stigmata, St. Stephen the first martyr, St. John of God, [569], St. Fereol, St. Legarde, St. Theodotus, [570] St. Walmart, St. Richard, St. Miso de Paul [571], St. Martin of Todi, St. Martin of Tours [572], St. Alfred, St. Joseph [573], St. Denis, St. Kornet Reus, St. Leopold [574], St. Bernard, St. Terence, St. Edward [575], St. Owen Caniculus [576], St. Anonymous, St. Patriarchal, St. Pseudonym 、圣同名、圣同语源、圣同义语、圣劳伦斯·奥图尔、丁格尔和科穆帕斯帖拉的圣詹姆斯[577] 、圣科拉姆西尔和圣科伦巴、圣切莱斯廷[578] 、圣科尔曼[579] 、圣凯文[580] 、圣布伦丹、 圣弗里吉迪安、圣瑟南[581] 、圣法契特纳、圣高隆班、圣加尔、圣弗尔萨[582]、圣芬坦、圣菲亚克、圣约翰·内波玛克、圣托马斯·阿奎那[ 583]、不列塔尼的圣艾夫斯、圣麦昌、圣赫尔曼- 约瑟[584] 、三个圣青年的主保圣人——圣阿洛伊苏斯·贡萨加、圣斯坦尼斯劳斯·科斯塔卡、圣约翰·勃赤曼斯[585] 、热尔瓦修斯、瑟瓦修斯、博尼费斯[586]等圣徒、圣女布赖德、圣基兰、基尔肯尼的圣卡尼克[587] 、蒂尤厄姆的圣贾拉斯、圣芬巴尔、巴利曼的圣帕平[588] 、 阿洛伊修斯·帕西费库斯修士、路易斯·贝利克苏斯修士[589] 、利马和维泰博的二位圣女萝丝[590]、伯大尼的圣女玛莎、埃及的圣女玛丽、圣女露西、圣女布里奇特[591] 、圣女阿特拉克塔、圣女迪姆普娜[592] 、 圣女艾塔、圣女玛莉恩·卡尔彭西斯[593] 、小耶稣的圣修女德肋撒、圣女芭巴拉、圣女斯科拉丝蒂卡，还有圣女乌尔苏拉以及她那一万一千名童贞女[ 594] 。所有这些人都跟光环、后光与光轮一道出现了。他们手执棕榈叶、竖琴、剑、橄榄冠， 袍子上织出了他们的职能的神圣象征： 角制墨水瓶[595] 、箭、 面包、坛子、脚镣、斧子、树木、桥梁、 浴槽里的娃娃们、 贝壳、行囊[596] 、大剪刀、钥匙、龙[ 597]、百合花、鹿弹、胡须、猪、灯、风箱、蜂窝、长柄杓、星星、蛇[598] 、铁砧、一盒盒的凡士林、钟、 丁字拐、镊子、鹿角、防水胶靴、老鹰、磨石、盘子上的一双眼球[599] 、蜡烛、洒圣水器、独角兽[600] 。他们一边沿着纳尔逊圆柱、亨利街、玛利街、卡佩尔街、 小不列颠街透迤而行，一边吟唱以“起来吧。发光”[601] 为首句的“将祭经” 《上主显现》，[ 602] 接着又无比甜美地唱着圣歌“示巴的众人”[603]。他们行着各种神迹：诸如驱逐污灵，使死者复活，使鱼变多，治好跛子和盲人。 [604]还找到了种种遗失物品，阐释并应验《圣经》中的话，祝福并做预言。最后，由玛拉基和帕特里克陪伴着，可敬的奥弗林神父[605]在金布华盖的遮荫下出现了。这几位好神父抵达了指定地点，小布列颠街八、九、十号的伯纳德·基尔南股份有限公司的店堂；这是食品杂货批发商，葡萄酒和白兰地装运商；特准在店内零售啤酒、葡萄酒和烈酒。司仪神父祝福了店堂，焚香熏了那装有直棂的窗户、交叉拱、拱顶、棱、柱头、山墙、上楣、锯齿状拱门、尖顶和圆顶阁，把圣水撒在过梁上，祈求天主祝福这座房舍，一如曾经祝福过亚伯拉罕、以撒和雅各的房舍那样，并且让天主的光明天使们住在里面。神父一面往里走，一面祝福食品与饮料。所有那些被祝福的会众，都应答着他的祷词。 因主之名，济佑我等。 上天下地，皆主所造。 主与尔偕焉。 亦与尔灵偕焉。[606] 于是他将双手放在他所祝福的东西上面，念感谢经，并做祷告，众人也随之祷告。 主啊，万物因尔之言而圣洁，俯垂护佑尔所创造之生灵。 凡感谢尔之恩宠，恪遵规诫，服从尔旨者，俯允其颂扬尔 圣名，俾使肉身健康，灵魂平安。因基利斯督我等主。[607] “咱们大家都念同样的经，”杰克说。 “每年收入一千镑[608] ，兰伯特，”克罗夫顿或姓克劳福德的说。 “对，”内德拿起他那杯“约翰·詹姆森”[609]说，“鱼肉不能缺黄油，”［610] 我正挨个儿看他们的脸，琢磨着到底谁能出个好主意，刚巧该死的他又十万火急地闯进来了。 “我刚才到法院兜了一圈找你去啦，”他说，“但愿我没有……” “哪里的话，”马丁说，“我们准备好了。” 法院？God knows!金币和银市塞得你的衣兜裤兜都往下坠了吧。 该死的抠门儿鬼。叫你请我们每人喝一杯哪。真见鬼，他简直吓得要死！地地道道的犹太佬！只顾自己合适。跟茅坑里的老鼠一样狡猾。以一百博五。 “谁也不要告诉，”“市民”说。 “请问，你指的是什么？”他说。 “来吧，伙计们，”马丁发现形势不妙，就说，“马上就去吧。” “跟谁也别说，”“市民”大嚷大叫地说，“这可是个秘密。” 那条该死的狗也醒了过来，低声怒吼着。 “大家伙儿再见喽，”马丁说。 他就尽快地催他们出去了——杰克·鲍尔和克罗夫顿——或随便你叫他什么吧，把那家伙夹在中间，假装出一副茫然的样子，挤上了那辆该死的二轮轻便马车。 “快走，”马丁对车夫说。 乳白色的海豚蓦地甩了一下鬃毛，舵手在金色船尾站起来，顶着风扯开帆，使它兜满了风。左舷张起大三角帆，所有的帆都张开，船便向大海航去。众多俊美的宁芙[611] 忽而挨近右舷，忽而凑近左舷，依依不舍地跟在华贵的三桅帆船两侧。她们将闪闪发光的身子盘绕在一起，犹如灵巧的轮匠在车轮的轴心周围嵌上互为姐妹的等距离的轮辐，并从外面将所有一切都用轮辋把她们统统箍住。这样就加快了男人们奔赴沙场或为博得淑女嫣然一笑而争相赶路的步伐。这些殷勤的宁芙们，这些长生不老的姐妹们欣然而来。船破浪前进，她们一路欢笑，在水泡环中嬉戏着。[ 612] 然而，天哪，我正要把杯中残酒一饮而尽时，只见“市民”腾地站起来，因患水肿病呼呼大喘，踉踉跄跄走向门口，用爱尔兰语的“钟、《圣经》与蜡烛”[613]，对那家伙发出克伦威尔的诅咒[ 614] ，还呸呸地吐着唾沫。乔和小阿尔夫像小妖精般地围着他，试图使他息怒。 “别管我，”他说。 嘿，当他走到门口，两个人把他拽住时，那家伙大吼了一声： “为以色列三呼万岁！” 哎呀，为了基督的缘故，像在议会里那样庄重地一屁股坐下，别在大庭广众之下丑态毕露啦。哼，一向都有一些该死的小丑什么的，无缘无故地干出骇人听闻的勾当。呸，照这样下去，黑啤酒会在你肠肚里发馊的，一定的。 于是，全国的邋遢汉和婊子们都聚到门口来了。马丁叫车把式快赶起来：“市民”乱吼一气，阿尔夫和乔叫他住口[615]。那家伙呢，趾高气扬地大谈其犹太人。二流子们起哄要他发表演说，杰克·鲍尔试图叫他在马车里坐下来，让他闭上该死的嘴巴。有个一只眼睛上蒙着眼罩的二流子，扯着喉咙唱开了：倘若月亮里那个男子是个犹太人，犹太人，犹太人[616] ；有个婊子大喊道： “哎，老爷！你的裤钮儿开啦，喏，老爷！” 于是他说： “门德尔松[617] 是个犹太人，还有卡尔·马克思、梅尔卡丹特和斯宾诺莎。[618] 救世主也是个犹大人，他爹就是个犹太人。你们的天主。” “他没有爹，”马丁说，“成啦。往前赶吧。” “谁的天主？”“市民”说。 “喏，他舅舅是个犹太人”他说，“你们的天主是个犹太人。耶稣是个犹太人，跟我一样。” 嗬，“市民”一个箭步蹿回到店堂里去。 “耶稣在上，”他说，“我要让那个该死的犹太佬开瓢儿，他竟然敢滥用那个神圣的名字。哦，我非把他钉上十字架不可。把那个饼干罐儿递给我。” “住手！住手！”乔说。 从首都都柏林及其郊区拥来好几千名满怀赞赏之情的朋友知己们，为曾任皇家印刷厂亚历山大·汤姆公司职员的纳吉亚撒葛斯·乌拉姆·利波蒂·维拉格[619] 送行。他要前往远方的地区撒兹哈明兹布洛尤古里亚斯-都古拉斯[620] 《潺潺流水的牧场》。在大声喝采[621] 声中举行的仪式以洋溢着无比温暖的友爱之情为特征。一幅出自爱尔兰艺术家之手的爱尔兰古代犊皮纸彩饰真迹卷轴，被赠送给这位杰出的现象学家，聊表社会上很大一部分市民之心意。附带还送了一只银匣，是按古代凯尔特风格制成的雅致大方的装饰品，足以反映厂家雅各布与雅各布先生们[622] 的盛誉。启程的旅客受到热烈的欢送。经过选拔的爱尔兰风笛奏起家喻户晓的曲调回到爱琳来》[623] ，紧接着就是《拉科齐进行曲》[624] 。在场的众人显然大受感动。柏油桶和篝火沿着四海[625] 的海岸，在霍斯山、三岩山、糖锥山[626] 布莱岬角、莫恩山、加尔蒂山脉[627] 、牛山、多尼戈尔、斯佩林山岭、纳格尔和博格拉、[ 628] 康尼马拉山、麦吉利卡迪[629] 的雾霭、奥蒂山、贝尔纳山和布卢姆山[630] 燃起。远处，聚集在康布利亚和卡利多尼亚[631] 群山上的众多支持者，对那响彻云霄的喝彩声报以欢呼。最后，在场的众多女性的代表向巨象般的游览船献花表示敬意，接着它便缓缓驶去。它由彩船队护卫着顺流而下时，港务总局、海关、鸽房水电站以及普尔贝格灯塔[632] 都向它点旗致敬。 再见吧，我亲爱的朋友！Goodbye! [634] 离去了，但是不曾被遗忘。 他好歹抓住那只该死的罐头飞奔出去，小阿尔夫吊在他的胳膊上。snort!连魔鬼也不会去阻拦。他就像是被刺穿了的猪那样嘶叫着，精采得可以同皇家剧场上演的任何一出该死的戏媲美。 “他在哪儿？我非宰了他不可！” 内德和杰·杰都笑瘫啦。 “一场血腥的战斗，”我说，“我能赶上最后一段福音[634] 。” 运气还不错，车把式将驽马的头掉转过去，一溜烟儿疾驰而去。 “别这样，'市民'，”乔说，“住手！” 他妈的，他把手朝后一抡。竭尽全力抛出去。天主保佑，阳光晃了他的两眼，否则对方会一命呜呼的。哼，凭着那势头，他差点儿把它甩到朗福德郡[635] 去。该死的驽马吓惊了，那条老杂种狗宛如该死的地狱一般追在马车后边。乌合之众大叫大笑，那老马口铁罐头沿街咯嗒咯嗒滚去。 这场灾祸立即造成可怕的后果。根据邓辛克气象台[636] 记录，一共震动了十一次。照梅尔卡利的仪器[637] 记算，统统达到了震级的第五级。五三四年——也就是绢骑士托马斯[638] 起义那一年的地震以来，我岛现存的记录中还没有过如此剧烈的地壳运动。震中好像在首都的客栈码头区至圣麦昌教区一带，面积达四十一英亩二路德一平方杆（或波尔赤）[639] 。司法宫左近的巍峨建筑一古脑儿坍塌了；就连灾变之际正在进行法律方面的重要辩论的那座富丽堂皇的大厦，也全部彻底地化为一片废墟，在场的人恐怕一个不漏地都被活埋了。据目击者报告说，震波伴随着狂暴的旋风性大气变动。搜查队在本岛的偏僻地区发现了一顶帽子，已查明系属于那位备受尊重的法庭书记乔治·弗特里尔[640] 先生；还有一把绸面雨伞——金柄上镌刻着都柏林市记录法官[641] 博学可敬的季审法院院长弗雷德里克·福基纳爵士姓名的首字、盾形纹章以及住宅号码。也就是说，前者位于巨人堤道[642]第三玄武岩埂上；后者埋在古老的金塞尔海岬[643] 附近霍尔奥彭湾的沙滩深达一英尺三英寸的地方。其他目击者还作证说，他们瞥见一颗发白热光的庞然大物，以骇人的速度沿着抛射体的轨道朝西南偏西方向腾空而去。每个钟头都有吊唁及慰问的函电从各大洲各个地方纷至沓来。罗马教皇慨然恩准颁布教令：为了安慰那些从我们当中如此出乎意料地被召唤而去的虔诚的故人之灵，凡是隶属于教廷精神权威的主教管辖区，每座大教堂都应在同一时刻，由教区主教亲自专门举行一场追思已亡日弥撒。一切救助工作，被毁物[644] 及遗体等等的搬运，均托付给大布伦斯威克街一五九号的迈克尔·米德父子公司以及北沃尔街七十七、七十八、七十九和八十号的T与C。马丁公司办理，并由康沃尔公爵麾下轻步兵团的军官和士兵们在海军少将阁下赫尔克里斯·汉尼拔·哈比亚斯·科尔普斯[645] ·安德森爵士殿下的指挥下予以协助。殿下的头衔包括：嘉德勋位爵士、圣帕特里克修会勋位爵士、圣殿骑士团骑士、枢密院顾问官、巴斯高级骑士、下院议员、治安推事、医学士、杰出服务勋位获得者、鸡奸者[646] 、猎狐犬管理官、爱尔兰皇家学会院士、法学士、音乐博士、济贫会委员、都柏林三一学院院士、爱尔兰皇家大学院士、爱尔兰皇家内科医师学会会员和爱尔兰皇家外科医师学会会员。 自从呱呱落地以来，你绝没有见过这样的场面。呸，要是这骰子击中了他的脑袋，连他也会想起金质奖杯的事，准会的；可是他妈的“市民”就会以暴行殴打、乔则以教唆帮凶的罪名被逮捕。车把式拼死拼活地赶着车，就像天主创造了摩西那样地有把握，遂救了那家伙一命。What?啊，天哪，可不是嘛。他从后面向那家伙发出连珠炮般的咒骂。 “我杀死他了吗，”他说，“还是怎么的？” 接着又对他那只该死的狗嚷道： “追呀，加利！追呀，小子！” 我们最后看到的是：该死的马车拐过弯去，坐在车上的那张怯生生的老脸在打着手势。那只该死的杂种狗穷迫不舍，耳朵贴在后面，恨不得把他撕成八瓣儿！以一百博五！天哪，我敢担保，它可把那家伙得到的好处都给搞掉了。 此刻，看哪，他们所有的人都为极其明亮的光辉所笼罩。他们望到他站在里面的那辆战车升上天去。[647] 于是他们瞅见他在战车里，身披灿烂的光辉，穿着宛若太阳般的衣服，洁白如月亮，是那样地骇人，他们出于敬畏，简直不敢仰望。[648] 这时，天空中发出“以利亚！以利亚！”的呼唤声，他铿锵有力地回答道：“阿爸！阿多尼。”[649]于是他们望到了他——确实是他，儿子布卢姆·以利亚，在众天使簇拥下，于小格林街多诺霍亭上空，以四十五度的斜角，像用铁锹甩起来的土块一般升到灿烂的光辉中去。