Chapter 24 Chapter 15 1

Mabot Street leading to the Red Light District.The road is not paved with cobblestones, and the skeletal tramway stretches into the distance. Along the line are traffic lights and danger signals like will-o'-the-wisps.Rows of humble houses with their doors ajar.Occasionally, lights dimly reflect rainbow-like fan-shaped halos.A group of little men and women are arguing and arguing about La Baiotti's gondola ice cream van parked here.They grab crackers with coal-colored[2] and copper-colored ice cream.The children slowly dispersed while sucking.The flat-bottomed car raised its cockscomb-shaped swan head high, and advanced through the darkness under the lampstand, blue and white faintly emerging.The echoes of whistles echoed. )

voice Wait a minute, dear.I will go with you. answer Come behind the stable. (A deaf-mute idiot with bulging goldfish eyes, drooling slack mouth, trembling with dance disease staggers by. The children hold hands and circle him in the middle.) children left handed!salute! idiot (raises his paralyzed left arm and makes a gurgling sound) Gionee! children Where has the old man gone? idiot (Stuttering) Shi Bianer. [3] (They let him go. He staggers forward. A dwarf woman hangs a rope between two railings, and sits on a swing, counting. A man is lying on his stomach on a garbage can, using his arms Covering his face with his hat, he moved[4], moaned, gritted his teeth, and snored again. On the steps, a dwarf who was digging around squatted down and carried a bag of rags and bones to his shoulders Above. An old woman stands aside with a soot-filled kerosene lamp, stuffing her last bottle into his pocket. The man picks up his prey, pulls his peaked cap to one side, and staggers away without a sound. The old woman Shaking the lamp, she also returned to her nest. A bow-legged doll held a badminton made of paper, squatted at the door, followed her and crawled vigorously horizontally, and grabbed her skirt to climb up. A drunk The drunken strongman held the fence in front of the cellar with both hands, staggered around, and walked around. At the corner, two night shift policemen in short cloaks held the leather holsters of their batons, and their hazy figures appeared tall. Incomparable. A plate shattered, a woman screamed, followed by the cry of a baby. The man cursed sharply, murmured, and then fell silent. Figures dangled from side to side, lurking, disappearing Peeping in a shabby house. In a room lit with a candle stuck in a bottle, a slovenly woman was combing the messy hair of a doll with scrofula. From an alley Sissy Caffrey's still-young high-pitched voice.)

Sissy Caffrey I gave it to Molly, Because she is carefree, Gave her the duck leg, Give her the duck leg. (Private Karl and Private Compton, sticks tightly under their armpits, stagger along, turn right, and fart together. From the alley there is a burst of men's laughter. A fierce The woman retaliates with harsh words.) shrew The sky is thundering, you asshole.Carvin girl, come on. Sissy Caffrey I'm lucky.Carvin, Kurt Hale and Bell Sylbert[6]. (Sing) I gave it to Nellie, Let her poke in the belly, Gave her the duck leg, Give her the duck leg. (Private Karl and Private Compton turn and retort. Their uniforms are blood-colored in the light, their dented black caps set over their short-cropped blond hair. Stephen Dedalus and Lynn Kee moves through the crowd, brushing past the British soldiers.)

soldier compton (Wags finger) Make way for the Priest [7]. soldier carr (turns to greet) Oh, Reverend! Sissy Caffrey (Voice getting louder) She got duck legs. I don't know where to put it. Give her the duck leg. (Stephen, swinging an ash cane in his left hand, sings cheerfully the Easter "Comment." Lynch accompanies her, with his rider's cap pulled low to his forehead, frowning, with a disapproving sneer.) stephen I saw a jet of water spouting from the right hand of the temple.Hallelujah. (An elderly whorehouse madam barks hungry buck teeth through the door.)

Bustard (whispers hoarsely) Hush!Come here, I tell you.There is a girl with yellow flowers inside.Hush! stephen (raises voice slightly) Anyone who is near water. Bustard (spit viciously behind them) Trinity medical students.What's wrong with the fallopian tubes?Although I have a dick, I don't weigh a penny. (Edie Boardman sucks snot and curls up with Bertha Sapur rise.At this moment, he pulled the shawl over his nostrils. ) Edie Boardman (swearing) Then the guy said, "I saw you hanging out with your nightcap-wearing bum, the railroad oiler, in Forthfall Square." "So what did you see?" I Say. "You're meddling in your own business," I said. "You've never seen me hook up with a mountain guy with a wife!" I said.Look at her virtue!An informer!Stubborn as a mule!She herself was strolling with two men at the same time: Kilbride the engine driver and Private First Class Oliphant.

stephen (Smugly) Everyone is saved. [8] (He fumbles with his wooden cane, and the halo of the gas lamp vibrates, spreading light across the world. A white and tan shaggy lop-eared dog stalking for food, barking, follows him. Lynch kicks it , scaring it away.) Lynch anything else? stephen (looks back) So it is gestures, not music or smells, that will be the common language of mankind.What this means of communication clearly shows is not the usual meaning, but the first principle of life, the structural rhythm. Lynch The Religious Language of Yellow Philosophy.The Metaphysics of Mecklenburg Street[9]!

stephen Shakespeare was tortured by shrews, and Socrates was also afraid of his wife.Even the very clever Stakeylet [10] was ridden about in a bit and bridle by a slut. Lynch Why! stephen Who needs to gesticulate twice for bread and urn anyway?In Omer's poem, this gesture means the bread and the wine jar. [11] Hold the cane for me. Lynch To hell with your yellow cane.Where are we going? stephen Lustful lynx[12], let us go to ruthless beauty Georgina Johnson[13], to the goddess who gave me joy in my youth. [14] (Stephen pushes the ash cane to Lynch, slowly spreads his hands, and tilts his head back. The palms of the palms are down at a distance from the chest, and the fingertips are interlaced. The left hand is raised slightly higher.)

Lynch Which is the bread urn[15]?Simply useless.Whether it is the urn or the customs, you can explain.Here, grab your walking stick and let's go. (They go by. Tommy Caffrey crawls up to a gas light pole, hugs it, and scrambles up. Then kicks back and forth from the top. Jackie Caffrey does the same. Holding on to the light pole to climb up. A strong worker leaned on the light pole. The twins fled in a hurry in the dark. The worker wobbled and pressed his index finger on one side of his nose, blowing a long strip of snot from the other nostril. The strong worker picked up the flickering lights and staggered back and forth from the crowd.

(The river mist squirms like snakes. From the gutters, cracks, cesspit, and dung heaps, a filthy stench radiates in all directions. To the south, on the other side of the river flowing toward the ocean, red lights dance Zhuang Gong pushed aside the crowd and staggered towards the siding of the tramway. In the distance, Bloom appeared at the other end under the iron bridge, with a flushed face, panting, stuffing bread into his side pocket and chocolates. A composite photograph[16] glimpsed through the window of Gilead's Barbershop shows Nelson in handsome form. Reflected in the concave mirror beside it is the lovesick, haggard, brooding Boo— —Lou-m. Gradton the stern looked at him from the front—Bloom who was Bloom. Wellington the hustle stared, and he hurried past, but reflected in the convex mirror The piggy-eyed, fat-jawed, fat-cheeked, jovial Poldy, the amusing fool, smiling, did not frighten him in the least.

(Bloom stops at Antonio Rabiotti's door. Sweating under the bright arc lights. He disappears, reappears, and hurried on.) Bloom Fish with potatoes, hey, what a treat! (He disappears into the pork shop in Auerhausen, where the shutters are being lowered. A moment later, the wheezing B-L-M, the panting Poldy, come out from under the shutter again. Both hands Each was carrying a bag. One was lukewarm pig’s feet, the other was cold lamb’s trotters, with whole grains of pepper sprinkled on top. He stood there straight, gasping for breath. Then he tilted his body and used a bag groaning against his ribs.)

Bloom The little stomach hurts.Why should I run like this? (He breathes carefully, and walks slowly towards the lit side road. The red light jumps again.) Bloom what is that?Is it a signal light?It's a searchlight. (He stands on the corner of the Cormac store, watching.) Bloom Is it the northern lights[17], or the steelworks?Ah, of course the fire brigade.Anyway, it's the south side.What a big flame.It might be his[18] house.Beagle shrub [19].Our family is fine. (He hums happily.) London's on fire, London's on fire! [ 20] It's on fire; it's on fire! (He catches a glimpse of the strong man cutting his way through the crowd on the other side of Talbot Street.) I'll lose him.run!Hurry up.Better go through here. (He dashes across the road. The urchins yell.) urchins Take care, my lord! (Two cyclists, with lit paper lanterns dangling and bells tinkling, pass by as if swimming.) the bell Ding Lingling, Ding Lingling. Bloom (cramps in leg, standing upright) Oh! (He looks around and leaps forward. Through the hazy rising fog, a dragon-headed sand truck[21] comes cautiously. It blinks its huge headlights and presses heavily towards him .The trolley on the roof hisses against the wires. The driver thumps his foot.) alarm bell Dangdang blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. (The brakes rattle violently. Bloom raises his white-gloved hand like a policeman, and stumbles off the track with stiff legs. The snub-nosed trolley driver crashes onto the steering wheel. He sideways Sliding by, shouting over locks and pins.) driver Hey, you shit pants, are you going to do a hat trick[22]? (Bloom hops deftly onto the curb and stops again. He reaches out a hand with a bag and wipes the spattered mud from his face.) Bloom It turned out to be forbidden.It was dangerous, but now the pain disappeared, and I had to practice Sang Dao Cao [23] again.push ups.You have to join traffic accident insurance.God bless. (He touches his trouser pocket.) Poor mother's amulet.The heel of the shoe is stuck by the track at every turn, and the shoelace is easily caught by the wheel.On the corner of Leonard Street one day, a police van scraped one of my shoes off.It worked the third time.Play tricks with shoes.The driver is really rude.I should have reported him.They are so nervous that they get neurotic.Maybe it was this guy who messed with me this morning when I saw the woman in the carriage.Beauties of the same kind.Anyway, his movements are quick enough.My legs and feet are not flexible.Speak the truth in a joking tone.In Ryder Lane, the cramp was so bad.I probably have food poisoning.Lucky omen.What's going on?It may be a cattle slaughtered privately.Animals were branded. (He closes his eyes for a moment.) A little dizzy.It happens once a month, or it's a reaction to that other thing.My head was dizzy and dizzy.That tired feeling.I can't take it anymore. oh! (An ominous figure, cross-legged, leans against the wall of O'Brien. It is an unfamiliar face, as if injected with blackened mercury. From under a sombrero, the figure casts a fierce gaze Stare at him.) Bloom Good evening, Miss White.What street is this? [25] silhouette (raises arms deadpan as signal) Password.Marbot Street [26]. Bloom Ha ha.thanks.Esperanto.goodbye. [27] (He murmurs) An agent of the Gaelic League sent by that brawler. (He steps forward. A junker with a sack on his shoulder blocks his way. He goes left, and the junker turns left.) Bloom Excuse me. (He hops to the right, and the scavenger jumps to the right.) Bloom Excuse me. (He turns a corner, walks sideways, ducks aside, sneaks across and goes on. Bloom Keep going right, right, right.The Traveling Club put up signposts in Stipe Asad, who brought this public good?It was because I was lost that I wrote a letter to the letters column of The Irish Cyclist entitled "In the Darkest Stipe Aside".Lean, lean, lean to the right.Picking up scraps and bones in the middle of the night.More like buying and selling stolen goods.A murderer would first come to such a place in order to wash away the sins of the world. (Jackie Caffrey, being chased by Tommy Caffrey, bumps into Bloom.) Bloom oh! (Starts, thighs weak, stops. Tommy and Jackie are there, lost on the spot. Bloom holds bag in both hands, taps watch pocket, notebook pocket, wallet pocket, The Pleasures of an Infidelity, potatoes and soap.) Bloom Beware of pickpockets.A trick that thieves often play: bump into you and take your bag away. (A retrieving wolfhound, sniffing nose to the ground, strolls up. A supine figure sneezes. A hunched, bearded figure appears. He is dressed as an elder of Zion Robes of the kind he wears, a smoking cap with crimson tassels on his head. Tortoiseshell spectacles drooping down to his nose. His slanted nose and slanted mouth are streaked with yellow poison.) Rudolph Today you have wasted half a crown for the second time.Didn't I tell you not to mingle with those heathen drunkards.See, you just can't save money. Bloom (Hiding the pig's and goat's feet behind his back, he caresses the lukewarm and cold flesh of the feet and hooves despondently.) Yes, I understand, Dad. [28] Rudolph What are you doing here?don't you have a soul (He puts out his feeble vulture paw and strokes Bloom's silent face.) Aren't you my son Leopold?Isn't it Leopold's grandson?Are you not my dear son Leopold?The same Leopold who left his father's house and the God of his fathers Abraham and Jacob? Bloom (horrified) Probably yes, Father.Mawson Thor [29].This is what happened to him. Rudolph (sternly) That night you squandered your precious money and got drunk and escorted home by them.Who are those bums of yours? Bloom (Dressed in a youthful blue Oxford suit, white narrow-shouldered waistcoat, brown mountain hat. A gentleman's sterling silver Waterbury watch on his arm, and a pair of Signet double Albert chain[30]. Half body covered in a thick layer of mud.) Cross-country runner, father.I just do it once. Rudolph one time!Mud from head to toe.There was also a cut in the hand.Will get tetanus.They'll kill you, Leopold full of life.You have to be careful with those guys. Bloom (cowardly) They asked me if I dared to sprint.The road was full of mud, and I fell down. Rudolph (contemptuously) A heretic who is not doing business. [31] What would your poor mother say if she saw it! Bloom Mother! Erin Bloom (She appears at the top of the balustrade with the wax stand slanted in her hand. She wears a hooded hat with a strap around the chin, like those worn by ladies in pantomime, and a widow's Tuanky[32] hoodie. skirt and waist-padded skirt; buttoned back shirt with sheepsleeve sleeves; gray fingerless gloves with embossed jade brooch. Braided hair covered in crepe netting. She was amazed shrieking.) Oh, holy savior, what a spoiled child has become!Give me the smelling salts [33]. (She lifts up a skirt and fumbles in the pocket of her leaden-gray striped petticoat. Out of it falls a phial, a Lamb of God, a shriveled potato, and a sycamore Lulu doll.) Sacred Heart of Mary, where the hell are you, where are you? (Muttering, Bloom begins to stuff the two bags into the bulging pockets with downcast eyes, but dismisses the idea and mutters something.) sound (sharply) Poldy! Bloom who? (He stoops hastily, awkwardly parrying someone's punch.) What's the point? (He looks up. A slim beauty in Turkish attire appears before him, next to a mirage of date palms. Her scarlet trousers and jacket bulge out of her full curves, and she begins The prongs show the gold lining. She wears a wide yellow sash, and a white--turning violet at night--veil over her face, revealing only her large black eyes and her shiny black hair.) Bloom Molly! marion what?From now on, dear, when you greet me, call me Mrs. Marion. (with sarcasm) Poor little husband, after making you wait for such a long time, are your feet cold? Bloom (reversing feet) No, no, not at all. (He breathes with great agitation, gulps air. How many things to ask, how many hopes, pig's feet for her dinner, things to tell her, explanations, desires, simply obsessed. A A coin gleamed on her forehead. On her feet she wore jeweled toe rings. At her ankles she wore slender fetters. Beside her was a camel, wrapped in a turret, waiting. The camel bridge[35] hangs down a silk ladder with countless steps. The camel reluctantly swings its hips, and slowly comes closer: she slaps its ass hard, and the gold-coated bracelet rings. , sulking at him in moore slang :) marion A little paradise for women! [36] (The camel lifts up one front foot, picks a large mango from the tree, puts it between its cloven hoofs, and presents it to its mistress. Then it blinks its eyes, lifts its neck, lowers its head, grunts, and struggles to its knees Exit. Bloom bends over as if doing Leapfrog.) Bloom I can give you... I mean, as your agent... Mrs. Marion... if you... marion So, have you noticed any changes? (Hands caress slowly the bejeweled triangle bodice, and a friendly teasing look develops in the eyes.) Oh, Poldy, Poldy, you're still old-fashioned!Go see the world, go to the vast world[37] and open your eyes. Bloom I was about to go back and get the pewter lotion with orange blossom.Every Thursday, the shop always closes early.But this is what I will do first thing in the morning. (He patted all the pockets on his body.) Floating kidney.Why! (He points south, then east. A clean, new bar of lemon soap rises with light and fragrance.) Soap Bloom and I are a perfect match. He polishes the earth, I polish the sky. (Apothecary Sweeney's freckled face appears on a disc of Sun's soap.) Sweeney You, three shillings a penny. Bloom OKBought for my wife.Mrs. Marion.specially made. marion (softly) Poldy! Bloom Oh ma'am? marion Is your heart beating faster? [38] (She paces away with a scornful face, humming a duet in Don Giovanni. She is as plump as a pampered dove with bulging breasts.) Bloom Are you sure about "Wolio"[39]?I mean the pronunciation... (He follows, followed by sniffing dogs. The old madam grabs him by the sleeve. The mole on her chin glistens with hair.) Bustard Ten shillings a virgin.The yellow flower girl, no one has ever touched it.Only fifteen years old.There was no one in the house except her drunken father. (She points. Brady Kelly stands in the crack of her dark den, wet from the rain.) Brady Hatch Street.Do you have something good in mind? (She squeals. She scuttles, flapping her bat-like shawl. A stout thug in boots strides after him. He stumbles at the steps, steadies himself, and throws himself Jump, disappearing into the darkness. There is a faint shriek of laughter, which grows fainter.) Bustard (Her wolf-like eyes are very bright) That master is off to have some fun.You can't get golden girls in brothels.Ten shillings.But if you stay here all night, you will be hit by plainclothes police.Patrolman No. 66 is a real dog. (Gerty MacDowell looks sideways. Limps up. She ogles and shows him flirtatiously as she pulls the blood-stained piece of cloth from her back.) Getty I give you all my possessions in the world with you[41]. (she murmurs) You did it.I hate you. Bloom I?when?You are dreaming, I have never seen you. Bustard You liar, let go sir.Also write some nonsense letters to the master.Solicit prostitution all over the street.A slut like you owes it to your mother not to tie you to a bedpost and whip you with a belt. Getty (to Bloom) You've seen all the secrets of my underpants. (She sobs and caresses his sleeve.) You dirty married man!I love you for what you did to me. (She limps away. Mrs. Breen stands on the sidewalk in her pea coat with baggy pleated pockets. Her mischievous eyes widen and she with herbivore-like buck teeth.) Mrs Breen This gentleman is... Bloom (coughing solemnly) Ma'am, I am honored to receive your letter of the sixteenth of this month... Mrs Breen Mr Bloom!You have come to this den of evil!Now I can catch the fox's tail!You rascal! Bloom (panicked) Don't call my name so loudly.What do you think of me?Don't betray me.Walls have ears.Are you OK?long time no see.You look fine.is not it.The weather is so nice this month.Black can refract light.Take a short cut from here and you'll be home.This area is quite interesting.Save the fallen prostitute.Madeleine Jiliang Institute.I'm a secretary... Mrs Breen (raises a finger) Here, stop talking nonsense!I know some people don't like this.Oh, wait until I see Molly! (cunningly) You'd better get it right now, or you'll be in trouble! Bloom (looks back) She often talks about coming to see and see.Take a stroll around the Flower Street and Willow Lane.Well, exotic.She said that if she had money, she would like to hire some dark-skinned servants in liveries.Like Othello the Black Beast. [42] Eugene Stratton[43].Even the beaters of the Livermore Blackfaces[44] and the rhetoricians[45].And Brother Boch[46].As long as it's black, even a chimney sweep will do. (Tom and Sam, disguised as blackface, Bocher jumps out, wearing a snow-white canvas jacket, scarlet socks, starched Sambo collar, big flower buds in the buttonholes Bright red asters. A banjo [48] hung on each shoulder. Small black hands peculiar to negroes are plucking at the strings. A pair of white kaffir [49] eyes and a mouthful of teeth are shining They clattered their rough wooden boots in a loud, hasty pas de deux. Plucked and sang, sometimes back to back, sometimes toe to heel, sometimes heel to toe. Squeaking and cheering with thick black lips .) tom and sam Someone was at home with Dina, Some people stay home, I know, Someone was at home with Dina, Play that ancient banjo[50]. (They took off the black mask abruptly, revealing the simple baby face. Then they snickered, laughed loudly, played the zither, and walked away.) Bloom (with a sweet and sour smile) If you're interested, why don't we hang out for a while?Maybe you will let me hug for a fraction of a second? Mrs Breen (screams gaily) Oh, you fool!Time to look in the mirror too! Bloom We are old friends.What I mean is just to have a miscellaneous marriage between two different young couples, that is, to have a wife.You know, there's always something about you in my heart. (gloomily) I sent you that cute duiker picture on Valentine's Day. Mrs Breen Oh, my God, look at you so ugly!It's just ridiculous. (She holds out a hand curiously.) What's behind your back?Tell us, be good. Bloom (Takes the wrist of hers with his free hand.) Josie Powell was the most beautiful woman in Dublin back then.How time flies!Let's review it.You remember one Christmas Eve, when Georgina Simpson gave a new house opening party, and they played Owen Bishop games[52]: Blindfolded looking for a pin, doing mind reading and all.Ask: What is in this snuff box? Mrs Breen You were the star that night, giving a semi-burlesque recitation that was as good as it gets.You have always been a favorite among women. Bloom (A entourage dressed as a lady. Dressed in a moire-trimmed tuxedo, with a blue Masonic badge in the buttonhole, black bow tie, pearl collar buckle, cocked in one hand Prismatic champagne flutes.) Ladies and gentlemen, to Ireland, to homeland and beauty[53]. Mrs Breen Those days that will never come back are nostalgic.That old sweet love song[54]. Bloom (Deliberately lowering her voice) Honestly, I'm curious to know if someone's something is a little hot right now. Mrs Breen (Affectionately) It's hot!It's hot in London, and I'm literally hot all over! (Rubs against his flanks.) We play guessing games in the living room, and play with the cannon off the Christmas tree for a while, then sit on the bench at the foot of the stairs, in the shade of the mistletoe.Just the two of us together. Bloom (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber half-moon on her head, puts her fingers slowly into her soft, moist, plump palm. She submits submissively to his mercy.) It was the darkest hour of the night [ 56].Carefully, I slowly picked out a thorn from this hand. (Puts a ruby ​​ring lightly on her finger, and tenderly says) Hand in hand[57]. Mrs Brin (In a one-piece evening gown dyed moonwhite, with a gorgeous fairy crown on her brow, dancing cards fall beside moonwhite satin slippers. She gently bends her palms. Panting.) I Yes, [58] again...you have a fever!You are all burned!The left hand is closest to the heart. Bloom When you make the present choice, people say you are nothing less than Beauty and the Beast[59].For this, I can never forgive you. (He makes a fist and presses his forehead.) Think about what this means to me.Back then, you meant everything to me. (Hoarsely) Woman, I'm about to be destroyed! (Dennis Breen, wearing a white top hat with a Wisdom Healy billboard on his front and back, and pulling on felt slippers, shuffles past them. His unremarkable beard is shaved , grunting to the left, to the right. Little Alf Bergen, in his coat with Spades[60] on it, stoops laughing. Follows him, now left, now right.) Alf Bergen (pointing derisively at the billboard) It's over: it's over. Mrs Breen (to Bloom) Downstairs is doing a hell of a show[61]. (gives him a wink) Why don't you kiss that spot and heal it?Your heart is itching. Bloom (Shocked) You're Molly's best friend!How can this be? Mrs Brin (sticks out his fleshy tongue from his lips, trying to give him a pigeon kiss) Humph.You asked too boringly to answer.Do you have any small presents for me? Bloom (curtly) Halal food.Fast food for dinner.It is a fly in the ointment if there is no plum brand canned meat at home[62].I saw a performance of Rhea, Mrs. Bandman Palmer, and she couldn't have been better in Shakespeare.Too bad I threw away the playlist.If you want to buy pig's knuckles, this is the place to go.Touch and see. (Ricky Goulding has three millinery pins pinned to his head, and under his arm is a Colliss-Ward briefcase with a skull and crossbones painted in white ash The briefcase was so heavy that it made him fall sideways. When he opened it, it was full of dried parmigiana, smoked cod, Fenton[63] haddock and tightly wrapped pills.) Rich Dublin stuff, the real deal. (Bald Pat, deaf and scowling, stands on the curb of the sidewalk, folding his napkin, waiting to be served.) pat (He tilts a plate, dripping gravy) Steak and kidney.A bottle of lager [64].Hee hee hee.Wait for me to come on. Rich God, I've never had... (He walks forward with drooping head. The strong worker hiding nearby pokes him with a fiery horn.) Rich (Puts his hand on his back and yells in pain) Ah!Bright's disease [65]!lung! Bloom (Pointing to Zhuang Gong) A spy.Stay out of the way.I'm sick of stupid crowds, I'm not in the mood to have fun, I'm in serious trouble. Mrs Breen You are deceiving people with the usual old lies. Bloom About how I got here, I want to let you in on a little secret.But don't tell anyone else.Not even to Molly.There is a special reason. Mrs Breen (extremely excited) Oh, never gonna say it anyway. Bloom Shall we go for a walk? Mrs Breen OK (The madam makes a gesture, which is ignored. Bloom and Mrs. Breen walk up together. The dog follows, whining pitifully, wagging its tail.) Bustard The spleen of the Jews! Bloom (Wears an oatmeal tracksuit with a sprig of honeysuckle in the lapel, a smart buff shirt, and a black and white plaid tie emblazoned with the Cross of St. Trench coat, russet rawhide suede shoes. A pair of binoculars slung across his shoulders like a bullet sash, and a gray felt hat with a wide brim and low top.) Do you remember, long, long, many years ago, Millie—we call her Marionette.Just weaned, did we all go to the Fairy House Jockey Club together? Mrs Breen (Wears a custom-made Saxony blue suit, a white velvet cap, and a cobweb veil.) In Leopoldstown. Bloom Yes, Leopoldstown.Molly won seven shillings on a horse called Never Tell.Then take the old two-wheeled carriage with five seats and go back home along Fox Rock.You were in the prime of life then, with your new white velvet hat trimmed with moleskin.That's what Mrs. Hayes persuaded you to buy, because it's down to nineteen shillings and elevenpence.In fact, it is just a little bit of copper wire supporting some tattered old velvet.I bet you she did it on purpose... Mrs Breen Of course, isn't it, catwoman!Stop talking!What a bad idea! Bloom It doesn't even fit you a quarter better than that other lovely beanie with bird-of-paradise wings on it.You look so charming in that one, I'm so fascinated.It's a pity that killing the bird was a big loss, you naughty and cruel person.The bird's heart is only as big as a full stop. Mrs Breen (squeezes his arm, smirks) I'm really naughty and cruel! Bloom (whispering in a whisper, getting faster) Molly also ate a spicy beef sandwich from Mrs. Joe Gallagher's lunch basket.To be honest, despite her staff or admirers, I never liked her mannerisms.she…… Mrs Breen too…… Bloom Yes.Molly was laughing because Rogers and Margot O'Reilly were crowing as we passed a farmhouse.Tea merchant Marcus.Tertius Moses and his daughter drove ahead of us in a buggy.Her name was Moses the Dancing Girl.The poodle sitting on her lap held its head proudly.You ask me, have you ever heard, read, experienced or encountered... Mrs Breen (vigorously) Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. (She disappears from him in a flash. He walks toward the gates of hell, followed by a whining dog. A woman stands in an archway, bent and spread her legs like a cow Pissing like that. Outside the bar with the shutters down, a bunch of loafers gather to listen to their snub-nosed foreman telling hilarious tales in the edgy, raspy rustle. A pair of armless wrestles half-jokingly Clumsy bouts between handicapped, roaring, plopping down.) foreman （蹲着，瓮声瓮气地）当凯恩斯从比弗街的脚手架上走下来后，你们猜猜他往什么地方撒来着？竟然往放在刨花上的那桶黑啤酒里撒了一泡，可那是给德尔旺的泥水匠准备的呀！[68] 游手好闲的人们 （从豁嘴唇里发出傻笑）哦，天哪! （他们摇晃着那满是油漆斑点的帽子，这些无臂者身上沾满了作坊的胶料和石灰，在他周围跳跳蹦蹦。） 布卢姆 也是个巧合。他们还觉得挺可笑哩。其实，一点儿也不。光天化日之下，想试着走走。幸亏没有女人在场。 游手好闲的人们 天哪，真有意思。结晶硫酸钠。哦，天哪，往那些人的黑啤酒里撒了一泡。 （布卢姆走过去。下等窑姐儿，或只身或结伴，裹着披肩， 头发蓬乱，从小巷子、门口和拐角处大声拉客。 ) 窑姐儿们 去远处吗怪哥哥？ 中间那条腿好吗？ 身上没带火柴吗？ 来吧，我把你那根弄硬了。 （他拖着沉重的脚步穿过她们那片污水坑，走向灯光明亮的大街。鼓着风的窗帘那边，留声机扬起那老掉了牙的黄铜喇叭。阴影里，一家非法出售漏税酒的酒吧老板正跟壮工和两个英国兵在讨价还价。） 壮工 （打嗝）那家该死的小店儿在哪儿？ boss 珀登街。一瓶黑啤酒一先令[69]。还有体面的娘儿们。 壮工 （拽住两个英国兵，跟他们一道脚步蹒跚地往前走。）来呀，你们这些英国兵！ 士兵卡尔 （在他背后）这小子一点儿也不傻。 士兵康普顿 （大笑）嗬，可不是嘛！ 士兵卡尔 （对壮工）贝洛港营盘[70]的小卖部。找卡尔。光找卡尔就行。 壮工 （大声喊）我们是韦克斯福德的男子汉。[71] 士兵康普顿 Hello!你觉得军士长怎么样？ 士兵卡尔 贝内特吗？他是我的伙伴。我喜欢亲爱的贝内特。 [72] 壮工 （大喊） ……磨人的锁链， 迎来祖国的解放。[ 73] （他拖着他们，摇摇晃晃地往前走。布卢姆不知所措，停下脚步。骾狗耷拉着舌头，气喘吁吁地靠过来。） 布卢姆 简直就像是在追“野鹅”。[74]乌七八糟的妓院。天晓得他们到哪儿去了。醉汉跑起来要快上一倍。一场热闹的混战。先在韦斯特兰横街车站吵了一通，然后又拿着三等车票跳进头等车厢。一下子被拉得老远。火车头是装在列车后头的。有可能把我拉到马拉海德，要么就在侧线过夜，要么就是两趟列车相撞。都是喝第二遍喝醉的。一遍其实正好。我跟在他后面干什么？不论怎样，他是那帮人当中最像个样儿的。要不是听说了博福伊·普里福伊太太的事儿，我决不会去，那么也就遇不上他了。这都是命中注定的。他会丢失那笔钱的。这里是济贫所[75]。沿街叫卖的小贩和放高利贷的倒是有好生意可做啦。你缺点儿啥？来得容易，去得也快。有一次，几乎给司机开的那辆当啷啷响的锃亮有轨电动讫里什那神像车[76] 轱辘压了。要不是我头脑镇定，早就把命送掉了。不过，并非每一次都能幸免。那天倘若我迟两分钟走过特鲁洛克的窗户，就会给枪杀的。亏得我没在那儿。然而，要是子弹仅仅穿透了我的上衣，我倒是能为了受惊而索取五百英镑的赔偿费哩。他是干什么的来着？基尔代尔街俱乐部的花花公子。替他看守猎场也够不容易的。 （他朝前望着那用粉笔在一面墙上胡乱画着的阴茎图案，下面题着：《梦遗》。） strangeness!在金斯敦，摩莉也曾往结了一层霜的马车玻璃上画各式各样的图来着。画的是些什么呢？ （衣着花哨、像玩偶般的女人懒洋洋地靠在灯光明亮的门口或漏斗状窗口，吸着鸟眼纹理烟卷[77]。令人作呕的甜蜜的烟草气味慢慢形成椭圆形的环，向他飘来。） 烟环 快乐真甜蜜。偷情的快乐[78]。 布卢姆 我的脊骨有点儿酸痛。往前走，还是折回去呢？还有这吃的呢？吃下去，浑身都会粘上猪的味道。我太荒谬了。白糟塌钱。多付了一先令八便士[79]。 （狼狗摇着尾巴，流着鼻涕的冰凉鼻子往他手上蹭。）奇怪，它们怎么这么喜欢我。今天连那只猛犬都是这样。不妨先跟它说说话。它们就像女人一样，喜欢逢场作戏[80]。发出一股鸡貂的气味。各有所好。兴许这还是一条疯狗呢。大热天的。脚步也不稳。费多！Good boy!加里欧文[81]。 （那只狼狗摊开四肢趴在他的背上，伸出长长的黑舌头。用乞讨的前爪作猥亵状，扭动着。）是环境的影响。给它点儿什么，把它打发走吧。只要没有人在场。 （亲切地招呼着，像一个鬼鬼祟祟的偷猎者似的蹒蹒跚跚地蜇回来。在那只塞特种猎狗的跟随下，走进满是尿骚气味的黑暗角落。他打开一个包儿，刚要轻轻地丢掉猪脚，却又停下手来，并摸摸羊蹄。）才三便士，可真不小。但是我只好用左手拿着它。更吃力一些。why?不大用，所以就抽缩了。哦，给掉拉倒。两先令六便士。 （他打开包，依依不舍地将猪脚羊蹄丢过去。那只皮滑腰短的大看家狗拙笨地撕咬着那摊肉，贪婪地嘷叫着，嘎吱嘎吱啃着骨头。两名披着防雨斗篷的巡警在旁警戒着，默默地走近。他们不约而同地念叨。） 巡警们 bloom.布卢姆的。为布卢姆。bloom. [ 82] （他们各伸出一只手，按在布卢姆肩上。） 巡警甲 当场抓获，不许随地小便。 布卢姆 （结巴着）我在替大家做好事哪。 （一群海鸥与海燕饥饿地从利菲河的稀泥里飞起，口中衔着班伯里馅饼。） 海鸥们 嗒噶啦嘣吧哩吓乒。 [83] 布卢姆 这是人类的朋友，是用慈爱之心来培养的。 （他指了指。鲍勃·多兰正从酒吧问的高凳上越过嘴里正贪馋地咀嚼着什么的长毛垂耳狗，栽了下来。） 鲍勃·多兰 陶瑟尔。把爪子伸过来。把爪子伸过来。[84] （那只斗犬竖起颈背，低沉地怒吼着。它用臼齿叨着猪蹄，齿缝间嘀嘀嗒嗒淌着狂犬病那满是泡沫的涎水。鲍勃·多兰静悄悄地跌到地下室前的空地上。） 巡警乙 禁止虐待动物。 布卢姆 （热切地）功德无量！在哈罗德陆桥上，有个车把式正虐待一匹被挽具磨伤了皮肉的可怜的马，我就朝他嚷了一通。结果自废力气，倒招得他用法国话骂了我一顿。当然喽，那天下着霜，又是末班马车。所有关于马戏团生活的故事，全都是极其有伤风化的。 （马菲[85]先生兴奋得脸色苍白，身穿驯狮人的服装，迈步向前。衬衫前胸钉有钻石饰扣，手执马戏团用的大纸圈，马车夫的弯鞭以及一把转轮手枪。他用手枪瞄准大吃大嚼的猎野猪犬。） 马菲先生 （面泛狞笑）女士们，先生们，这是我训练出来的灵猰[86]。用食肉动物专利特许的尖钉鞍，把那匹北美西部平原的野马埃阿斯驯服的，也是我。用满是结子的皮条鞭打它肚子下边。不论多么暴躁的狮子，哪怕是利比亚的食人兽——一头猛狮，只要装个滑车，狠狠地一勒，也会乖乖儿地就范。用烧得通红的铁棍烙过之后，再在烫伤处涂上膏药，便把阿姆斯特丹的弗里茨，会思考的鬣狗造就出来了。（目光炯炯）我掌握印度咒文[87]。靠的是我的两眼和胸前的钻石。（面泛带有魔力的微笑）现在我来介绍一下马戏团的明星鲁碧小姐。 巡警甲 Say!姓名和地址。 布卢姆 我一时忘记了。啊，对啦！（他摘下那顶高级帽子，敬礼）布卢姆医生[88]，利奥波德，牙科手术师。你们一定听说过封。布鲁姆·帕夏[89]吧。财产也不知有多少亿英镑。好家伙[90]！他拥有半个奥地利。还有埃及。他是我堂兄。 巡警甲 拿出证据来。 （一张名片从布卢姆那顶帽子的鞣皮圈里掉了下来。） 布卢姆 （头戴红色土耳其帽，身穿穆斯林法官长袍，腰系宽幅绿饰带，胸佩一枚伪造的法国勋级会荣誉军团[91]勋章。他赶紧捡起名片，递上去。）请过目。敝人是陆海军青年军官俱乐部[92]的会员。律师是约翰·亨利·门顿。住在巴切勒步道二十七号。 巡警甲 （读）亨利·弗罗尔。无固定住址。犯有非法埋伏并骚扰罪。 巡警乙 要拿出你不在作案现场的证明。对你是一直提防着的。 布卢姆 （从胸兜里掏出一朵揉皱了的黄花）这就是关键性的那朵花。是一个我连姓名都不晓得的人给我的。 （花言巧语地）你知道《卡斯蒂利亚的玫瑰》那个古老的笑话吧。bloom.把姓名改改呗。维拉格[93]。 （他熟头熟脑他说起贴心话来。）您啊，警官先生，我们是订了婚的。这档子事儿涉及一个女人。爱情纠纷嘛。 （他轻轻地拍着巡警乙的肩膀。）真讨厌。我们这些海军里的英俊小伙子，总是碰上这种事儿。都是这身军服惹出的麻烦。 （他一本正经地转向巡警甲。）不过，当然喽，有时也会一败涂地。哪天晚上顺路过来坐坐，咱们喝上一杯陈年的老勃艮第酒吧。 （快活地对巡警乙）我来介绍一下，警官先生。她劲头可足啦。不费吹灰之力就能搞到手。 （出现了一张被含汞的药弄得浅黑的脸，后面跟随一个蒙着面纱的身影。） 浅黑水银 都柏林堡正在搜索他呢。他是给军队开除的。 Martha （蒙着厚厚的面纱，脖间系着深红色圣巾[94]，手执一份《爱尔兰时报》，以谴责口吻指着说。）亨利！利奥波德！莱昂内尔，迷失的你！[95]替我恢复名誉。 巡警甲 （严峻地）到警察局来一趟吧。 布卢姆 （惊愕，戴上帽子，向后退一步。然后，抓挠胸口，将右臂伸成直角形，做共济会会员的手势和正当防卫的架势。）哪里的话，可敬的师傅[96]，这是个轻佻的女人。她认错人啦。里昂邮件。莱苏尔柯和杜博斯[ 97] 。您该还记得蔡尔兹杀兄案[98]吧。我们是医生。控告我用小斧子把他砍死了，实在是冤枉啊。宁可让一个犯人逃脱法网，也不能错判九十九个无辜者有罪。 [99] Martha （蒙着面纱啜泣）他毁弃了誓约。我的真名实姓是佩吉·格里芬。他给我写信说，他很不幸。你这没心肝的专门玩弄女人的家伙，我要告诉我哥哥，他可是贝克蒂夫橄榄球队[100] 的后卫哩。 布卢姆 （用手捂脸）她喝醉啦。这女人喝得酩酊大醉。（他含糊不清地咕哝着以法莲人的口令。）示布罗列[101]。 巡警乙 （泪汪汪地，对布卢姆）你应该感到十分害臊。 布卢姆 陪审团的各位先生，请听我解释一下。真是搞得一塌糊涂啊！我被误解啦。我给当成了替罪羊。我是个体面的有妇之夫，一向品行端正，没有污点。我住在埃克尔斯街，我老婆是赫赫有名的指挥官的女儿，一个豪侠耿直之士，对，叫作布赖恩·特威迪陆军少将。是一位屡次在战役中立过功勋的英国军人，由于英勇地保卫了洛克滩，曾被授予少将头衔。 [102] 巡警甲 属于哪个团队？ 布卢姆 （转向旁听席）各位，属于举世闻名的都柏林近卫连队，那是社会中坚[103] 啊。我好像瞧见你们当中就有几位他的老战友哩。都柏林近卫步兵连队与首都警察署一道保卫咱们的家园，也是忠于国王陛下的最骁勇精壮的小伙子们。 一个声音 traitor!谁喊“支持布尔人”来着！谁侮辱了乔·张伯伦？ [104] 布卢姆 （一只手扶着巡警甲的肩膀）我老爹也曾当过治安推事。我跟你们一样，也是个忠诚的英国人。正如当时的电讯所报道的那样，为了国王与祖国，我也曾在公园里那位郭富将军麾下，在那场令人心神恍惚的战争中服过役，[105] 转战于斯皮昂·科帕和布隆方丹，受了伤。[106] 战报里还提到过我。凡是白人所能做的，我全做到了。（安洋地，带着感情）吉姆·布卢德索。把船鼻子转向岸边[107]。 巡警甲 报你的职业或行当。 布卢姆 喏，我是耍笔杆子的，作家兼记者。说实在的，我们正在策划出版悬赏短篇小说集，这是我想出来的，是个空前的举动。我跟英国和爱尔兰报纸都有联系。假若你打电话…… （迈尔斯·克劳福德口衔鹅毛笔，跨着大步趔趔趄趄地出现，他那通红的鼻子在草帽的光环中闪闪生辉。他一只手甩着一串西班牙葱头，另一只手将电话机听筒贴着耳朵。） 迈尔斯·克劳福德 （他颈部那公鸡般的垂肉晃来晃去。）喂，七七八四。喂，这里是《自由人尿壶》和《擦臀周刊》。[108] 会使欧洲大吃一惊。[109] 你是哪儿？哦，《蓝袋》[110]吗？由谁执笔？布卢姆吗： （面色苍白的菲利普·博福伊[111]先生站在证人席上。他身穿整洁的常礼服，胸兜里露出尖尖的一角手绢，笔挺的淡紫色长裤和漆皮靴子。他拎着一只大公事包，上面标着《马查姆的妙举》字样。） 博福伊 （慢腾腾地）不，你不是那样的人。无论怎么看，我也决不认为你是那样的人。一个人只要生来就是个绅士，只要具有绅士那种最起码的素质，就决不会堕落到干下如此令人深恶痛绝的勾当。审判长阁下，他就是那帮人当中的一个。是个剽窃者。戴着文人[112] 面具的油滑而卑怯的家伙。显而易见，他以天生的卑鄙，抄袭了我的几部畅销书。都是些真正了不起的作品，完美的珠玉之作。毫无疑问，他剽窃了其中描绘恋爱的段落。审判长阁下，对以爱情和财富为主题的《博福伊作品集》，您想必是熟悉的，它在王国内也是家喻户晓的。 布卢姆 （羞愧畏缩，低声咕哝）我对那段关于大笑着的魔女手拉着手[113] 的描写有异议，如果我可以…… 博福伊 （撇着嘴，目空一切地朝整个法庭狞笑着）你这可笑的笨驴，你呀！简直卑鄙得让人无法形容了！我认为你最好不这么过度地替自己开脱。我的出版代理人J．B. 平克尔[114] 也在座。审判长阁下，我相信会照例付给我们证人出庭费吧？这个讨厌的报人几乎使我们囊空如洗了，这个里姆斯的贼寒鸦[ 115] 连大学都没上过。