Chapter 32 Chapter Sixteen 3

While drinking the tasteless cup of so-called coffee, Stephen listened to the cliché, without focusing on anything in particular.Naturally he could hear the changing hues of the words, like the crabs he had seen that morning at Lindsand, scuttling into the sand of different colors on the same beach.[175]Their nest is somewhere under the sand, or so it seems.Then he looked up into the eyes that said it, and maybe he didn't say it, but he heard the words "as long as you work." "Excuse me," he managed to say, referring to work. As soon as the words fell, the other party's eyes were taken aback, because just like him, even now temporarily

The man with the eyes said, or rather his voice said: Everyone should work, must work, all together. "Of course I mean," the other party quickly pointed out, "jobs in the broadest sense, including writing work, which is not just for fame. Writing for newspapers is the most convenient channel nowadays. It is also work, and It is important work. After all, as far as I know you, since you have spent so much money on your education, you have a right to claim the amount of compensation to be compensated. You can study your philosophy and work your pen for a living, just like a farmer. Right? You all belong to Ireland, brain power or physical power. Both are equally important.,,

"In your opinion," said Stephen with a half smile, "I'm important because I belong to the suburb of St. Patrick, or Ireland for short?" "I think it could go a little deeper," said Mr. Bloom veiledly. "But I feel," interrupted Stephen, "that Ireland must matter because it belongs to me." "What belongs to?" Mr. Bloom leaned forward, thinking he might have misunderstood. "Excuse me. Sorry, I didn't catch the second part of the sentence. What belongs to you? . . . " Stephen was obviously sullen, and repeated it, pushed the big cup of coffee or something unceremoniously aside, and said again:

"Anyway, we can't change our motherland, so let's change the subject." At this sound suggestion, Mr. Bloom bowed his head for a change of subject, but was bewildered.Because he simply didn't know how to properly interpret the word "belonging to", which sounded rather vague.Any other accusation would have been clearer.Needless to say, the strange acrid smell of wine was evident in his face from the bout of drinking which he had never experienced in sobriety.Mr. Bloom regarded family life as extremely important, and yet the young man may not have been fully satisfied with it, or had not been able to relate to decent people.The young man beside him made him feel a little uneasy.So, he quietly looked at the young man with a bit of astonishment, thinking that he had just returned from Paris, especially his eyes, which strongly reminded him of his father and sister.But that didn't solve anything either.At any rate, he recalled a few cases of well-bred people who, despite their promising prospects, withered prematurely, died as soon as they sprouted.No one is to blame but themselves.Take O'Callaghan,[177] for example, a half-mad eccentric who, if not well off, had a good number of respectable relations.He went too far, and among his various debaucheries included getting drunk and harassing the people around him, and ostentatiously dressed in a suit of brown paper (which was true).When he has had enough of wandering wildly, he usually ends up in trouble.[178]Then had to hide with the help of a few friends.John Mullen of Lower Dublin Castle Police had blatantly hinted that he would be turned a blind eye in order to avoid punishment under Section 2 of the Penal Code Corrections Ordinance[179].The names of the interrogated, which were routinely submitted to the authorities, were not published, for reasons that any one needs a little thought to understand.In short, if you think about it in connection with things like 6, 16, which he flatly ignores, and what about Antonio, and jockeys and aesthetes and tattoos[180].Around the 1970s, even getting tattoos in the House of Lords was all the rage.For when the current reigning emperor was still a prince, one-tenth of the upper class[181] and other high-ranking officials blindly imitated the monarch.He reviewed the transgressions of morality committed by the disreputable and the crowned.Take the Cornwall incident[182] which happened many years ago.It was an unnatural act, though it was cleverly disguised.Good law-abiding Mrs. Grundy[183] ​​had lashed out at it, though not for quite the same reasons as they themselves thought.Except for women and Taoists, they always care about trivial matters, nothing more than clothing and so on.Needless to say, ladies who like to wear distinctive bodysuits, every well-dressed man must also highlight the differences between the sexes through indirect allusions.In order to more truly stimulate the immorality between them, she unbuttoned him, and he unbuttoned her, not neglecting a single brooch.And the savage races on a desert island where the temperature is ninety degrees Fahrenheit in the shade don't give a damn about it.Then again.On the other hand, there are also those who rely on their own abilities to force their way from the bottom of society to the top.That's a natural talent.It's the mind, sir.

For this and for further reasons, he felt it beneficial and obliged to wait here to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity, though he could not say exactly why.In fact, he had already lost a few shillings on it, and he let himself get into it.But the rewards of having such a knowledgeable and extraordinary friend are more than adequate.Such stimulation of the mind from time to time seemed to him a superlative tonic to the spirit.Add to this their meeting by chance, their talking, their dancing, their quarreling, with these elusive old sailors, nocturnal vagabonds, and a dizzying chain of events forms the rudimentary relief of the world in which we live.Especially the life of the "lower tenth" [184], that is, coal miners, divers, street sweepers, etc., is being closely investigated of late.He wondered whether he might be as lucky as Mr. Philippe Beaufoy if he took advantage of the good time[185] to record all this.Assuming he could write something decent (as he tried to do) at a guinea a column.The title is "My...in the Coachman's Shed"—yes, "Experience".

It so happened that he had a copy of the pink sports special of the Evening Telegraph, full of lies, by his side.He was puzzled again over "country belonging to him" and the anagram before it: the ship was coming from Bridgewater, and the postcard was addressed to A. Pudding, asking Ask the captain how old he is.While working his mind, he glanced aimlessly at some columns belonging to his professional field. "I'm the father of all things, I'm looking for you, today and me, the newspaper of the day[186]." At first he was a little surprised that it was only about a typewriter agent named H. de Labois or What businessmen report.Guild Wars, Tokyo [187].Irish flirting, two hundred pounds in damages[188].Gordon Bennett Trophy[189].Immigration fraud case [190].Letter from His Excellency William X[191]. Lost's victory at Ascot is reminiscent of how Captain Marshall's unknown "dark horse" Sir Hugo won the Derby in 1892 with an absolute advantage. Winning the bid in one fell swoop.A disaster in New York.A thousand died [193].foot and mouth disease.Funeral of the late Mr. Patrick Dignam.

To change the subject, he began to read about Dignamur, who had died forever.He recalled that it was indeed a dismal funeral. "This morning (Hines wrote of course) the body of the late Patrick Dignam was moved from his residence at 9 Newbridge Street, Dunes, to Glasnevin for interment. Hopeful, good-natured man, died of a sudden illness, shocked and mourned by citizens of all walks of life. Funeral services were administered by H. J. O'Neill & Sons Funeral Parlor, 164 North Strand (this must have been Hines Written at the behest of Corny Kelleher), attended by friends and relatives of the deceased, mourners included: Patrick Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother), John Henry, lawyer Menton, Martin Cunningham, John Bauer eatondph 1/8 adordor douradora [194] (must have called Monks in for Case's ad), Thomas. Kanan, Simon Dedalus, BA [Stephen Dedalus][195], Edward J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph McHynes , Leigh Boom, Chuck P. McCoy, the man in the tape raincoat, and several others.

profit.Boom (following the mistyped spelling) and the whole row of scrambled type are certainly annoying, while Chap P. McCoy and B.A. Stephen Dedalus are conspicuous by their absence , This is needless to say (the matter of the person wearing the tape raincoat will not be mentioned for the time being).This amused Leigh Boom, and he pointed it out to the BA, not forgetting to tell him about the ludicrous mistakes that often appear in the papers.At this point, the partner was half-nervously trying to hold back another yawn. "Has the first Hebrews come out?" he asked as soon as the jaw could move. "Scripture: Open your mouth and put your foot in."

"Isn't it coming out," said Mr. Bloom. (However, at first he thought the young man meant the archbishop, but then he mentioned feet and mouth, which could not possibly have any connection with the archbishop.) He was overjoyed to have at last settled the youth; The way Crawford finally dealt with the matter again surprised him a little.look! While the other party was reading the second edition, Boom (let's use his new mistyped surname for now) skipped and read the first paragraph of the Ascot Jockey Club in the third edition of the previous paragraph in order to amuse himself. News of the three games.In addition to the sub-prize of one thousand gold pounds, for uncastrated colts and fillies, there is an additional three thousand gold pounds in full coins.The first was Lost, a thoroughbred owned by Mr. F. Alexander; it was from the line of Immediate, five years old, nine stone[197] four pounds, by Slyer (rider w. Lane).The second is "Zinfandel" owned by Howard de Walden (rider M. Cannon), and the third is "Scepter" owned by Mr. W. Bass.The bet on "Xinfang Wine" is five to four, and the "lose" is twenty to one (the highest number). "Lost" and "Zinfandel" are running side by side, and it is difficult to predict which horse will win.Then the hopeless "dark horse" charged forward and took the lead; in the course of two and a half miles, he beat Lord Howard de Walden's sorrel stallion and Mr. W. Bass' russet filly.The trainer for the winning horse was Bryan.From this point of view, Lenehan's estimation of this race is pure nonsense. How clever it is to guarantee that it will be won by a distance of one horse.In addition to the £1,000, £3,000 in regular coins[198] was added.Competing also J.Maximum II of de Bremond (Bantam Lyons was keen to inquire about the French horse, which had not yet won but could win any time).There are various paths to success.Compensation for flirting.However, Lyons, a stupid guy, was too impatient, suddenly changed his mind, and finally lost everything[199].Of course, gambling is clearly prone to such a state of affairs.When the results came out, the poor fool had little reason to congratulate himself on his choice.It was a desperate attempt.In the end it was just a wild guess.

"All indications are that in the end they will," Mr Bloom said. "Who is it?" said another.By the way, his hand was hurt. One morning when he opened the newspaper, the coachman was quite sure that there would be an article such as "Pagnell's Return".They could bet anything they wanted with him.A soldier from the Dublin company of infantry came to the shed one night and said he had seen Parnell in South Africa.His life was ruined on his pride.After what happened in Commission Room 15, he was supposed to either kill himself or go into hiding for a while until he was back to normal and no one could blame him anymore.As soon as he came to his senses, they would all come and kneel before him and beg him to be reinstated.He is not dead.It's just lurking somewhere.The coffin[201] they brought was full of stones.He changed his name and surname and became General Bull DeWitt.He fought[202] the monks of the church, it was a mistake, and so on.

Anyway, Bloom (let's use his official surname) was rather surprised by their recollections, since nine out of ten it was a matter of venting anger with barrels of tar,[203] and not just one, but There were thousands of cases, and after more than twenty years [204], they have long been forgotten.As for the "stone" argument, of course, it is more speculative.Even if there was such a thing, considering all the circumstances, he would never think that returning to the country was an appropriate move.Parnell's death had obviously upset them.Either because he was dying of acute pneumonia just as his various political projects were coming to fruition; or because, as everyone heard, he was negligent in not changing his boots and clothes after being drenched. , and thus caught a cold.He didn't ask a specialist for diagnosis and treatment, but locked himself in the house, and finally died within two weeks under the sympathy of the world.Or, quite possibly, they were discouraged to find that they were thus deprived of work from their hands.Of course, even his activities before this are unknown, and there are no clues about his whereabouts.Even before he started using the aliases Foxla, Stewart[205], etc., it was quite the "Alice, where are you?"[206] type.Therefore, the rumors spread by his coachman friends are not impossible.There was no doubt that he was a born leader, and the thought of returning home naturally tormented him.He was a handsome man, six feet...five ten or eleven inches at least with his shoes off.And so-and-so and so-and-so[208] are not only inferior to such a predecessor, but also irreparable in other respects, but domineering.It was a bitter lesson that their idol's feet were made of clay.[209]From then on, the seventy-two loyal supporters around him began to slander and slander each other, using the same methods as the murderer.Please come back by all means - the haunting nostalgia is pulling you in - and let the extras see what the lead actor can do.On the occasion when they smashed the type plates of the Irrepressible—perhaps the Allied Irish—Bloom had a stroke of luck and met Parnell once.He sincerely thanked him for the honor.The truth is, when Parnell's top hat was shot down, Bloom picked it up and handed it over.In spite of the above-mentioned minor misfortune which prevented Parnell's success,[211] he still looked calm; "Thank you"—it was out of habit that seeped into his bones.As for going back home, you're lucky if they don't have a dog follow you as soon as you get back.Then there is the usual tangle of events: Tom is for you and Dick and Harry are against you.The present occupant, then, had to be dealt with first, and had to produce his various identification papers, as did the defendant in the Titchburn case.The name was Roger. Charles Titchburne.As far as he knew, the shipwreck in which his heir son was sailed was called the Bella, and it was later confirmed; and there were tattoos on him, Lord Bellew, didn't he[212]?The plaintiff could easily cobble together details from one of his fellow shipmates.Once you can justify yourself without showing any flaws, introduce yourself by saying "I'm sorry, my name is so-and-so", or something like that. "It would be more prudent," said Mr. Bloom to the man beside him, who was so unequivocal and in fact resembling the eminent man they were talking about, "to get to the bottom of things first. Ins and outs." "It was that bitch, that English whore[213] who killed him," said the shopkeeper who peddled the untaxed liquor, "and she put the first nail in his coffin." "Anyway, a nice big guy," said Henry Campbell, the self-proclaimed city secretary, "and quite plump. I've seen pictures of her in a barbershop. Her husband was a captain, anyway. It's an officer." "Well," added Goat Skinner jokingly, "he is, and a poser at that." Such a buffoon came into the conversation for no reason, and there was a roar of laughter from all around[215].As for Bloom, he wasn't even smiling.He just stared fixedly at the door, recalling that historical event that had aroused an unusual curiosity at that time.Even the love letters exchanged between the two sides, which were full of sweet empty words, were published to make matters worse[216].At first their love was purely spiritual. Later, out of physiological instinct, the two had a relationship, which gradually reached a climax and became a topic of conversation on the streets.Finally came the fatal blow.That was welcome news to the sinister few who were bent on his downfall.This matter has always been an open secret, but it has not reached the level of sensationalism that was later rendered.Now that their names were linked, and now that she had publicly admitted that he was her sweetheart, why was there any need to announce it to the people from the roof?This refers to the fact that he slept with her in the same bed.When the matter was announced under oath on the witness stand, there was a tense atmosphere in the packed courtroom, and all the people present were shocked.Witnesses said under oath that they had seen him climb out of an upstairs room on a ladder in pajamas the same way he had climbed in on such and such a day.After the matter was publicized, several weekly magazines really made a fortune.In fact, the case is very simple, but the husband failed to fulfill his duty.Apart from their names, they have nothing in common.At this time, a real man came, so strong that it almost became his weakness.Fascinated by the charms of the seductress, the man forgets the bonds of family[217].The usual ending: basking in the smiles of loved ones.Needless to say, the ever present problem in married life arises.If a third party is inserted, can there still be true love between husband and wife? [problem. ][218] But what did the public matter if the man, driven by a wave of infatuation, fell in love with her?In contrast to the other reserve army officer (that is, the hussars, or rather, a member of the Eighteenth Cavalry; a very mediocre type of "Farewell, my gallant captain"[219]), He is indeed an outstanding role model among men, and his endowment is extremely high, which complements each other even more.There is no doubt that he (meaning the fallen leader, not the other man) has a peculiar fiery temper, and she, as a woman, of course can see it at a glance, and thinks that it is the only way to make him famous .Just as the work was about to be accomplished, all the priests, pastors[220], staunch and reliable supporters of the past, and the dispossessed tenants whom he had loved—who had surpassed any optimistic expectations in his own country— Defending and marching forward to serve these tenants, while these people overwhelmed him over the marriage issue, heaping coals on his head, just like the kicked ass in the fable.[221] Looking back on the past now, recalling the whole process of things, everything seems like a dream.As for coming back, that is the biggest mistake in your life, because then you will naturally feel that things have changed and the situation has changed.Mr. Bloom recalled that the shores of the Irish Quarter had seemed different since he had moved up north.North or South, it was the mere case that had aroused passion that turned the tide.The woman was also Spanish, or half-Spanish; and one of those clingy types who let the passions of the South run wild, and disregarded all decency.This just confirmed what he was saying. "Just confirming what I'm saying," he said to Stephen warmly in his heart, "she's a Spaniard too, if I'm not mistaken." "Daughter of the King of Spain[222]," replied Stephen, and added incoherently: "Good day and good-bye, Spanish onions," "The first country is called the 'Empty Bottle'," "From How many from Head Ram to Scilly" or something [223]. "Is she?" cried Bloom, not shocked, but surprised. "I've never heard the rumor. But it's possible, especially since she lived there. This is Spain." He kept his copy of The Pleasures of .He took out his wallet and hurriedly flipped through the various things in it; finally... "By the way, do you think," he carefully selected a faded photograph and laid it on the table, "that it is of the Spanish type?" After the other party said so clearly, Stephen lowered his head and looked at the photo.It was a tall, plump woman, in her prime, exuding all the charm of the flesh.She wore a tuxedo with the neckline ostentatiously pulled low to accentuate her sharp breasts.The full lips are parted, revealing a few white teeth, standing quite solemnly beside the piano.On the music stand was the sheet music of the lovely folk song "In Old Madrid," [226] which was in fashion at the time.She (the lady) looked at Stephen with great black eyes, and he was on the verge of smiling at such admirable creature.This masterpiece for the esthete is by Dublin's leading photographic artist, Lafayette of Westmoreland Street[227]. "This is my wife, Mrs. Bloom. Lady Marion Tweedy," explained Bloom. "It was taken some years ago. About 1896." .This photo is very similar to her back then." Next to the young man, he examines the photograph of the woman who is now his official wife, and tells him frankly that she is the daughter of Brian Tweedy, the head drummer, and she has been brought up since she was a child. He has an extraordinary quality for vocal music, and when he was just 28 years old[229] he went on stage to meet the audience.As for her appearance, the photos showed her expressions vividly, but she was wronged in terms of her posture.Normally she is extremely eye-catching, but with this dress, her figure is not fully displayed.He said that if she had taken a full-body photo that time, it would have been even more photogenic, and her plump curves[230] were no problem.In addition to his profession, he also had a little bit of art, and sometimes looked at women's figures in terms of development, because he happened to see Greek statues as perfect works of art in the Rijksmuseum the previous afternoon.The original can be faithfully reproduced in marble; the shoulders, the back, the symmetry of the whole figure.All the rest, yes, as puritanical.Marble is just that.By the Most Holy St. Joseph... But that's not what any photograph can do, because in a word, it's not art at all. He was eager to imitate the good example of the sailor, under the pretense of ... leaving the photograph for a few minutes and letting it work its magic, so that the other party could be alone in the admiration of the beauty.Although the camera by no means adequately reproduces her stage presence, it is, in truth, quite a feast for the eyes of the viewer in its own right.But as a man of culture, it is simply not in accordance with etiquette to leave his seat at this moment. It is comfortable and warm tonight, but it is very cool in terms of the season, because after a heavy rain, the sun is shining... At this moment he felt a need, as if There is an inner voice, asking him to learn how to go out and walk around, to satisfy possible desires.Still, he sat looking at the wrinkled, slightly smudged photograph of the voluptuous curves, not tarnished by age.So as not to add to the embarrassment he might have felt in handling the shapely beauty of her protruding, plump[231] breast, he looked away delicately.In fact, that little stain adds to the charm, just as linen that is slightly soiled is as good as new, no, since the starch is gone, it is much better than new.What if she went out when he...? "I was looking for that lamp, she told me," the words[232] came to his mind.But the idea was only fleeting, because at this moment he thought back to the messy bed in the morning, etc., and the book about Ruby that said "Meet him with a pointed rubber tube" [233] (the original words) book [234].It happened to fall right next to the bedroom urinal, which is a complete disrespect to the author of the original book, Lindley Murray[235]. He was really happy to stay with this young man.Educated, refined,[236] and sentimental, the best of their bunch.You wouldn't think of that in him, though... no, you would.What's more, he also said that the photos are pretty.No matter what anyone said, she was good-looking, even though she had obviously put on weight now.But what's wrong with that?A great deal of unwarranted nonsense has been circulated about events of that sort, and has stigmatized the lives of those involved.The newspapers insisted that such-and-such a professional golfer or a new celebrity on the stage was having an affair.Instead of reporting the truth fairly and honestly about commonplace disputes between husbands and wives, they routinely embellish and sensationalize how they were destined to meet and fall in love so that their names are linked in the public mind stand up.Even their letters were read in court, full of the usual sentimental and indecent phrases, leaving them no room for excuse.It was explained that they lived together openly two or three times a week in a famous seaside hotel, and that their relationship had grown closer according to the normal trend.Then came the non-absolute[237] divorce judgment, which became absolute when the attorney tried to raise objections but failed to overturn the original judgment.As for the two misbehavers, they fell in love with each other and ignored the sentence with indifference.In the end, the case was handed over to a solicitor, who filed a complaint in accordance with the procedure on behalf of the party who was unfavorably judged.This event coincided with the historic uproar when he (b)[238] basked in the glory of the uncrowned king near Irene.The fallen leader - who, as we all know, held his ground even after being branded adulterous; until ten or twelve (of the leader), perhaps more loyal supporters broke into the pressroom of The Irrepressible, no, the Allied Irish (which, by the way, is by no means an apt title[239]), and smashed the type plates with a hammer or something. up.This is all due to the indecent slander written by the bad journalists of O'Brien's [240] faction, who have always been able to slander and slander, with their frivolous pens, slandering and slandering the private character of their former leader of the people at will. .Although it was obvious at a glance that he had completely changed, he still maintained his awe-inspiring demeanor.Although his clothes were still as casual as ever, his eyes showed a firm will, which was deeply felt by those who were indecisive.When they had set him on the throne, they found their idol's feet were made of clay, and they were greatly dismayed.She was the first to notice it anyway.It was a time of extraordinary excitement and emotion everywhere, and Bloom was drawn into the throng assembled there.Some guy elbowed him hard in the heart, but luckily it wasn't serious.His (Parnell's) hat is knocked off unexpectedly, and it is Bloom who sees it and picks it up in the confusion to return it to him (and returns it to him quickly).This is a solid historical fact.Parnell was panting and bald, while his heart was miles away from his hat.Dare to say, this gentleman was born to risk his life for his country.To be honest, first of all, he dedicated himself to his career for the sake of honor.The thoughtful etiquette that had been instilled in his mother's lap when he was a child had penetrated into his bones, and it was suddenly displayed at this moment.He turned and said to the man who offered him his hat, with great composure[241], "Thank you, sir." The hat on his head was deflated.Parnell's tone of voice was very different from that man's.History repeats itself, but with varying responses.That was after they had attended the funeral of a mutual friend, and had performed the dreadful task of burying his body in a grave, and leaving him alone in glory.[243] On the other hand, he was more indignant in the depths of his heart at the shameless jokes of cabbies and the like.They took the whole incident as a joke, laughing out loud and pretending to know everything about it, when in fact they were confused.This was purely a matter between the two parties, unless the legal husband received an anonymous letter from a spy, saying that he had bumped into him at the critical moment when the two were hugging each other intimately and tightly, thus making the marriage impossible. Pushing the husband to pay attention to their ambiguous relationship leads to domestic turmoil.The woman who made a mistake knelt down and begged the head of the family for forgiveness. As long as the hurt husband was willing to forgive the matter and let the past go, she promised to sever ties with that man in the future and never accept his visits again.Tears welled up in her eyes, but maybe she, with her pretty face, was secretly sticking out her tongue, because there were probably several others.He is skeptical, he believes, and asserts without hesitation: even if there is a good wife in the world, and the husband and wife get along very harmoniously, there will still be one or several men who will always wait by her in turn. Around, entangled.And as soon as she neglected her duty, and got bored with married life, she would have evil thoughts and turmoil, so she would coquettish, provoke men, and end up empathizing with others.As a result, there were frequent anecdotes[244] between married women who were approaching forty and still charming, and men younger than themselves, no doubt confirmed by several famous cases of female infatuation. It is a great pity that those young men who have been blessed with sharp minds (and this is evidently one of them sitting next to him) should waste their precious time with a lewd woman, who might even gift him a copy of Enjoy a lifetime of syphilis.The lucky bachelor will one day find a suitable lady and take her as his wife.Until then, intercourse with women was an indispensable condition.[245]He had not the slightest desire to question Stephen about Miss Ferguson (this particular "North Star" who had most likely brought him to the Irish Quarter in the early hours of the morning).Although he doubted very much that Stephen could get any genuine satisfaction from things like this: indulging in boyish romances, having trysts two or three times a week with giggling, penniless ladies, The old routine of complimenting each other, going out for walks, flowers and chocolates on the way to an intimate couple.Considering that he had no place to live, no relatives, and his money was sucked out of him by a landlady who was more vicious than any stepmother; at his age, it was really bad.Bloom, who was a few years his senior, or almost his father, was touched by the grotesques he blurted out.然而他的确应该吃点儿富于营养的东西：在牛奶这一母亲般的纯粹滋补品中搀上鸡蛋，做成蛋酒，要不就吃家常的白水煮鸡蛋也好嘛。 “你是几点钟吃的饭？”他向那个身材细挑的青年问道。青年脸上虽没有皱纹，却满是倦容。 “昨天的什么时候，”斯蒂芬说。 “昨天，”布卢姆大声说，后来想起这已经是明天——星期五了，“啊，你的意思是说，现在已经过了十二点！”“那就是前天吧，”斯蒂芬纠正了自己的话。这个消息简直使布卢姆感到惊愕，他陷入沉思。虽然他们并不是对样样事情意见都一致，两人不知怎地却有个共同点，好像两颗心行驶在同一条思考的轨道上。大约二十年前，就在小伙子这个年龄上，他也曾一头扎进过政治。当鹿弹福斯特[247] 在台上的年月里，他对议员这一显赫职务抱着近似向往的态度。他还记起，自己也曾对那些同样的过激思想暗自怀有敬意（这本身就是巨大的满足的源泉）。比方说，佃户被迫退租的问题当时刚刚冒头，引起民众极大的关注。不用说，他本人连分文也不曾捐赠给这一运动，而且其纲领也并非完全没有漏洞。他不能把信念绝对地寄托在上面。他认为佃户拥有耕作权符合当代舆论的趋势，起初作为一种主义他全面地赞成；及至发现弄错了，就部分地纠正了自己的偏见。由于他竟然比到处游说耕者应有其田的迈克尔·达维特[248]的过激意见甚至还进了一步，从而遭到嘲笑。正因为如此，当这帮人聚在巴尼·基尔南酒馆露骨地讽刺他时，他才那么强烈地感到愤慨。尽管他经常遭到严重的误解，再重复一遍，他仍不失为最不喜欢吵架的人。然而他却一反平素的习惯，（打个比喻来说）朝着对方的肚子给了一拳。就政治而言，他对双方相互充满敌意的宣传与招摇所必然导致的伤害事件及其不可避免的结果——主要是给优秀青年带来不幸与苦恼——一句话，对适者灭亡[249]的原则理解得再透彻不过 不管怎样，既然已快到凌晨一点了，权衡利弊，早该回家睡觉了。难题在于把他带回家去多少要冒点风险（某人[250] 有时会发脾气），可能闹得一团糟，就像他一时冒失，把一条狗（品种不详）带回翁塔利奥高台街去的那个晚上一样。记得非常清楚，因为刚好在场。狗的一只前爪破了（倒不是说二者情况相同或不同，尽管这位青年也有一只手受了伤）。另一方面，如果建议他到沙丘或沙湾去呢，那又太远，时间也太迟了。二者之间究竟该选哪个，他倒有点儿无所适从了。经过全盘考虑之后，得出的结论是：对他来说，就应该充分利用这个机会。斯蒂芬给他的最初印象是对他有点儿冷淡，不大吐露心迹，但是不知怎地，他越来越被对方所吸引了。举例来说，当你向这个青年提个什么打算时，他决不会欣然接受，而使布卢姆焦虑的是，即使自己有个建议，也不晓得该怎样把话题转到那上面，或怎样确切地措词，诸如：倘若容许自己在据认为适当的时候为对方贴补点儿零用钱或在穿着方面帮对方一把的话，他会感到莫大的快乐。不管怎样，他打定主意这样了结此事：为了避免重蹈那只瘦狗的覆辙，当夜姑且让他喝上一杯埃普可可[251]，临时打个地铺，再给他一两条围毯盖盖，把大氅折叠起来当枕头。起码让这个青年处在能够保障他的安全的人手里，就跟台架[252]上的烤面包片那样暖烘烘的。他看不出这么做能有多大害处，只要确保决不会发生任何骚乱就行。该离开了，因为这位让老婆守活寡的快活的人儿[253]好像被胶膘在这里了，他一点儿也不急于回到他那颇可怀念、眷恋的王后镇家中去。今后几天内，要是想知道这个形迹可疑的家伙的下落，老鸨搜罗几名年老色衰的佳人儿在下谢里夫街那边开起来的窑子倒是可以提供最可靠的线索。他忽而讲了一通发生在热带附近的六响左轮枪奇闻，打算把她们（人鱼们）吓得毛骨悚然，忽而又对她们那大块头的魅力加以苛刻的挑赐，其间还大杯大杯地畅饮私造的威士忌酒，兴致勃勃地胡乱开一阵心。到头来照例是自我吹嘘，说什么实际上我究竟是何许人也？正如代数先生到处[254]所写的那样，让XX等于我的真名实姓与地址吧。就在这当儿，布卢姆想起自己曾怎样随机应变、巧妙地回击那个天主的血和伤痕[255]的家伙，指出他的天主是个犹太人，于是大家就暗笑起来。人们要是被狼咬了，还能忍受，然而一旦被羊咬了一口，那就真正会被激怒。和善的阿戏留的最大弱点也是怕被人指出：你的天主是个犹太人。因为世人好像通常相信，天主来自香农河畔卡利克或斯莱戈郡[256] 的什么地方。 “我仔细考虑了一下，”我们的主人公终于提议道，同时小心翼翼地把老婆的照片往兜里揣，“这里太闷热了，你干脆到我家去，一道聊聊吧。我就住在附近。这玩艺儿你可喝不得。［你喜欢喝可可吧？][257]等一等，我来付帐。” 离开这里显然是上策，随后就顺利了。他一边谨慎地往兜里收起照片，一边向棚屋老板招手，老板却好像没有…… “对，这样做最好不过啦，”他对斯蒂芬担保说；然而对斯蒂芬来说，黄铜头饭店[258]也罢，他的家也罢，或任何旁的地方，都或多或少地…… 各种乌托邦计划都从他的（布卢姆的）不停地转着念头的头脑中闪过。教育（真正的项目），文学，新闻，《珍闻》的悬赏小说[259]，最新式的海报，到挤满剧场的英国海滨疗养地去做豪华的旅游，水疗、演出两不误，用意大利语表演二重唱等等，发音十分纯正地道。当然，无须乎向世人和老婆广泛宣传此事，说自己怎样交了点好运。需要的是早日动起手来。他已觉察出这个青年继承了乃父的嗓子，于是就把希望寄托在这一点上，认为一定能成功。所以只消把话碴儿引到那特定的方向去就成，反正也碍不着什么事，为的是…… 马车夫看着手里的报纸，大声念了一段前任总督卡多根伯爵在伦敦某地主持马车夫协会晚餐会的消息[260] 。听了这条激动人心的报道之后是一片沉寂，随着是一两个哈欠。接着，坐在角落里的那个仿佛还剩有几分活力的怪老头[261] 读道：安东尼·麦克唐奈爵士从尤斯顿车站出发，前往次官官邸，或诸如此类的消息。人们对这条饶有兴味的消息的反应是同一声“为什么”。 “老爷爷，让咱瞅一眼那份报，”老水手略微显示出天生的急脾气，插嘴道。 “好的，”被招呼的老人回答说。 水手从随身携带的眼镜盒里取出一副发绿色的眼镜，慢悠悠地架在鼻子和双耳上。 “你眼神儿不好吗？”长得像市公所秘书长的那个人怀着满腔同情地问道。 “唔，”蓄着一副花白胡子的航海人回答说。这家伙略识几个字，就好像是正隔着海绿色舱窗向外眺望似的。“俺读啥的时候就戴眼镜儿。是红海里的沙子教俺养成的习惯。说起来，俺从前连在暗处都能看书。俺最爱读[262] 啦，《她红得像玫瑰》[263]也不赖。” 于是，他用粗笨的手摊开报纸，用心读起天晓得什么玩艺儿：发现了溺尸啦；柳木王的丰功伟绩啦；艾尔芒格为诺丁独得一百多分，在第二场比赛中无一出局啦[264] 。这当儿，老板（丝毫不理会艾尔的事）正专心致志地试图把那双分不出新旧、显然穿着太紧的靴子弄松一点，并咒骂那个卖靴子的人。从那帮人的面部表情可以辨认得出，他们是醒着的，也就是说，要么是愁眉苦脸的，要么就讲上句无聊的话。 Long story short.布卢姆看明事态之后，生怕呆得太长，招人讨厌，就头一个站了起来。他信守了自己要为这次聚会掏腰包的诺言，趁没人注意就机警地朝我们这位老板作了个几乎觉察不到的告别手势，示意马上就付钞，总计四便士（并且不引人注目地付了四枚铜币，那诚然是“最后的莫希干人”[265] 了）。他事先瞧见了对面墙上的价目表上印得清清楚楚的数字，让人一看就读得出来[266]：咖啡二便士，点心同上。正如韦瑟厄普[267] 过去常说的，货真价实，供应的东西有时竟值两倍的价钱哩。 “来吧，”他建议结束这场集会[268]。 他们看到计策奏效，时机成熟，就一道离开了那座马车夫歇脚的棚屋或下等酒馆，告别了聚在那里的、身着防水服的名流[269] 人士。除非闹场地震，这帮人是决不会从这种什么也不干是美妙的[270] 境界中脱身的。斯蒂芬承认他还是不舒服，筋疲力竭，并在门口伫立了片刻。 “有一件事我一直不明白，”他心血来潮，说了句意想不到的话，“为什么在咖啡店里，晚上他们总是把桌子翻过来？我的意思是说，把椅子翻过来放在桌上。” 永远难不倒的布卢姆对这句抽冷子提出的问题毫不迟疑地回答说： “早晨好扫地呀。” 这么说着，他出于体贴就矫健地蹿到伙伴的右侧，并且真心实意地为自己这一习惯表示歉意，因为照古典的说法，右边是他像阿戏留那样易受损伤的部位。尽管斯蒂芬的腿有些发软，眼下夜晚的空气确实令人觉得爽快。 “那（指空气）对你会有好处的，”布卢姆说，一时指的也包含散步。“只要散散步，你就会觉得换了个人似的。不远啦。靠在我身上吧。” 于是，他用左臂挽着斯蒂芬的右臂，就这样领着他前行。 斯蒂芬含含糊糊地“唔”了一声，因为他感到一个陌生而软塌塌、颤巍巍的肉身挨近了他。 不管怎样，他们从摆有石头和火钵等的岗亭前面走过。那里，当年的冈穆利——如今落魄成市政府的临时工——正如谚语所说的，依然被搂抱在睡神怀里，睡得正香，沉浸在绿色田野与新牧场[271] 的梦中。说到塞满石头的棺材，这个比拟是蛮不错的。因为他确实是被人用石头砸死的。闹分裂的时候，八十几名议员中竟有七十二个倒了戈[272] 。主要是他曾经大捧特捧的农民阶级，大概就是被剥夺了佃耕权后，他替他们收回来的那些佃户哩。 这样，二人就挽着臂，穿过贝雷斯福德广场，一路上布卢姆闲聊起自己无比热爱可又纯粹是个外行的艺术形式——音乐。瓦格纳尽管自有其众所公认的雄伟气魄，然而对布卢姆来说，却有点太沉闷了，一开始就难以理解。但是他简直迷上了梅尔卡丹特的《胡格诺派教徒》、梅那贝尔的《最后的七句话》[273]和莫扎特的《第十二弥撒曲》。他认为后者的《荣耀颂》[274]乃是第一流音乐中的登峰造极之作，真正能使其他一切音乐黯然失色。他非常喜爱天主教宗教音乐，那远远超过其竞争对手在这方面所能提供的穆迪与桑基圣诗[275] 或“嘱我活下去，我就做个新教徒”[276] 。他对罗西尼的《站立的圣母》[277]的称赞也绝不落在任何人后面。这确实是一首充满了不朽的节奏的乐曲。有一次在上加德纳街耶稣会教堂举行的演奏会上，他的妻子玛莉恩·特威迪夫人就演唱过它并博得好评，真正引起了轰动。他可以把握十足地说，在她已享有的声誉上，更增添了光采，使所有其他演唱者均黯然失色。为了聆听夹在演唱家或毋宁说名手[ 280]当中的她的演唱，听众甚至把教堂门口都挤满了。大家一致认为没人赛得过她。在平时唱诵圣乐的礼拜堂里，人们普遍发出“再唱一遍”的呼声，这就足以证明她受欢迎的程度了。总之，他爱听莫扎特的《唐乔万尼》[281] 那样的轻歌剧，而《玛尔塔》[282]是这方面的珠玉之作。尽管他对门德尔松这样严格的古典派只具有点皮毛的知识，却也怀着强烈的爱好[283] 。说到这里，斯蒂芬想必是知道那些大家所爱唱的歌曲的，他特地举了莱昂内尔在《玛尔塔》中演唱的插曲《爱情如今》[284]为例。说也真巧，昨天他听到这支歌曲，说得更确切些，是无意中传到他耳中的，他觉得十分荣幸。尤其令他感到高兴的是演唱者正是斯蒂芬的父亲大人。音色圆润，技巧完美，对作品的诠释的确使其他一切人甘拜下风。对于这非常文雅的提问，斯蒂芬回答说“他并没有”[285]，却开始赞美起莎士比亚的——至少也是那个时代及其先后时期的歌谣来了。又谈起住在费特小巷、离植物学家杰勒德不远的古琵琶演奏家道兰德；我成年弹奏，道兰德[286] 。他怎样打算从阿诺德·多尔梅什那儿买一把古琵琶[287] ，价钱是六十五基尼。这个名字布卢姆听上去确实挺耳熟，只是记不大清楚了。还有在对位法的先导主题与应答主题上下过功夫的法纳比父子[288] 。此外就是伯德（威廉）。斯蒂芬说，此人不论是在女王小教堂或任何其他地方，只要看到了维金纳琴就非弹上一通不可[289] 。还有个姓汤姆金斯[290] 的，作过诙谐的或庄重的歌曲。再就是约翰·布尔[291]了。 他们边聊边穿过广场，走近车行道。只见链栏后面有一匹马拉着扫除器正沿着铺石路走来，一路扫拢着长长的一条泥泞。一片噪音，布卢姆简直闹不清关于六十五基尼和约翰·布尔的引喻自己是否听真切了。他觉得有这么两个完全一样的姓名是个惊人的巧合，就问了声那指的是否那位同名同姓的政界名人约翰牛[ 292] 。 马在链栏那儿慢慢掉过头去拐弯。布卢姆照例是留神提防着的，看到马这样，就轻轻拽了拽斯蒂芬的袖子，用诙谐口吻说： “今天夜里咱们有性命危险。可得小心蒸气碾路机呕。” 于是他们停下了脚步。布卢姆凝视着那匹马的脸，怎么也看不出它能值六十五基尼。由于是在黑暗中突然出现在挨得很近的地方，它就好像是个由骨骼甚至肉组成的与马迎然不同的新奇的东西了。这显然是一匹后腿朝前迈，一路倒退着的四肢不协调的马，半边屁股略低，臀部是黑的[293] ，甩着尾巴，耷拉着头。这当儿，牲口的主人正坐在驭者座上，忙于想心事。这是一头多么善良懦弱的牲口啊，可惜他身上没带着糖块儿，然而他又明智地仔细想道，人生在世，总不能对所有可能突然发生的事都做好准备呀。它只不过是一匹大块头、笨拙而神经质的傻马罢了，活在世上无忧无虑，他又寻思，甚至于狗，比方说，巴尼·基尔南酒馆那头杂种的吧，要是个头也有这匹马这么大，碰上它可就够吓人的了。然而它长成那个样子可不能怪它呀。就拿骆驼（那是沙漠上的船）来说吧，在它的驼峰里可以把葡萄酿成酒。动物中十之八九可以关进栏里，或加以驯服。除了蜜蜂而外[294]，再也没有人类这么心灵手巧的了。对鲸要使用标枪上的夹叉，对短鼻鳄鱼只要挠挠腰部，它就会懂得开玩笑的滋味了。在雄鸡周围用粉笔画个圈儿[295] 。老虎呢，我那老鹰一般锐利的目光[ 296] 。尽管斯蒂芬的话使布卢姆多少分了神，正当这艘马儿船在街上活跃的时候，他脑子里却满是关于野地走兽[297]的正合时机的考虑。斯蒂芬依然继续谈着饶有趣味的往事。 “我刚才说什么来着？哦，对啦！我老婆，”他直截了当地[298] 说，“她要是能够结识你，会非常高兴的。因为她对所有的音乐都是倾心的。” 他从旁边亲切地望着斯蒂芬的侧脸：他长得活脱儿像他母亲，然而丝毫也没有通常那种必然会使女人着迷的小白脸儿恶少气，兴许他生来就不是那号人。 可是假若斯蒂芬继承了他父亲的天赋（布卢姆相信是这样），这就在布卢姆心中展开了新的前景：例如参加芬格尔夫人为了开发爱尔兰工业而于本周的星期一举办的那种音乐会[299] 啦，出入于一般上流社会什么的。 此刻那个青年正在讲解着以《这里青春已到尽头》为主调的精采的变奏曲。这出自简·皮特尔宗·斯韦林克[300] 之手。他是一个出生于荡妇的产地阿姆斯特丹的荷兰人。他更喜欢约翰内斯·吉普[301]那首德国的古老民谣，它描绘晴朗的海，赛仑——那些杀男人的美丽凶手——的歌喉。布卢姆听了，有点儿吃惊： 赛仑蛊惑人心， 诗人如此吟诵。[302] 他唱完开头一节，就当场[303] 译了出来。布卢姆点点头说，他完全懂了，央求斯蒂芬尽管唱下去。他就照办了。 他那男高音的音色极其纯美，表现出罕见的才华。布卢姆刚听了第一个音调就加以赞赏。倘若他能得到像巴勒克拉夫[304]那样一位公认的发声法权威的适当指导，再学会读乐谱，既然男中音已多得烂了市，他就不难随意为自己标价。那样一来，不久的将来，这位幸福的美声歌唱家就有机会出入于[305] 经营大企业的财界巨头和有头衔者那坐落在最高级住宅区的时髦府邸。不论他拥有的文学士学位（那本身就是堂哉皇哉的广告），还是他那绅士派头，都足以为本来就美好的印象更加锦上添花，这样就会万无一失地取得不同凡响的成功。何况他既有头脑，又能够用来达到此目的并满足其他需求。倘若他再注意一下服装的考究，那就更能慢慢博得高雅人士的垂顾。对于社交界在服装剪裁等方面的讲究他是个乳臭未干的新手，简直不明白那样一些区区小节怎么会成为绊脚石。事实上，再过上几个月他就可以预见到斯蒂芬在欢度圣诞节期间，怎样有所选择地参加他们所举行的有关音乐艺术的恳谈会[ 306]了，从而在淑女们的鸽棚里掀起轻微的波澜[307] ，在寻求刺激的太太小姐们当中引起一番轰动。据他所知，这种事儿以前也记载过好几档子。从前，只要他有意，蛮可以不露马脚、不费吹灰之力地就能……当然喽，除了学费而外，同时还有决不可等闲视之的金钱报酬。他附带说明一下：其实并不一定图几个臭钱就作为一种职业积年累月地站在乐坛上。毋宁说，那是朝着必然的方向迈进的一步，不论是从金钱上还是精神上，都丝毫无损于尊严。当你手头急需钱的时候，有人递过一张支票来，也不无小补。况且尽管近来人们对于音乐的鉴赏力每况愈下，可是不落俗套的那种富于独创性的音乐还是很快地就会风靡一时。正值伊凡·圣奥斯特尔和希尔顿·圣贾斯特以及所有这号人[308] 把投合时好的男高音独唱偷偷塞给轻信的观众并照例掀起陈腐的流行之后，斯蒂芬的演唱无疑地会给都柏林的音乐界带来一股新风。Yes.毫无疑问，他是做得到的，他必然稳操胜券。这是博取名声、赢得全市尊敬的大好机会。他会成为台柱子，会有人同他签订演出合同，也会为国王街剧场[309]那些捧他的听众举行一场大规模演奏会的。还得有个后台，也就是说，倘若——这个“倘若”可非同小可——有人愿意出力硬把他推上去，凭着这股势头来防止那种不可避免的因循萎靡。凡是那些被老好人当作贵公子般娇纵坏了的红角儿，都容易陷进这样的状态。干这行当丝毫也不会损害另外的事。他可以我行我素，只要自己愿意，有的是余暇来自修文学。文学进修是个人的问题，完全不会妨碍或有损于歌手这一行当。说实在的，球就在他脚下，正因为如此，另外那个嗅觉异常敏锐、任何苗头都绝逃不过的家伙[310]才缠住他不放。 就在这当儿，马……过了一会儿，他（即布卢姆）在适当时机，本着“傻子迈进天使……之处”[311] 的原则，在完全不去追问斯蒂芬私事的情况下劝他跟某某即将开业的医生断绝往来。他留意到，此人倾向于瞧不起斯蒂芬。当斯蒂芬本人不在场时，甚至借着开玩笑来贬低他几句，或者随便怎么说吧，反正据布卢姆的拙见，就是在一个人的品格的某个侧面上投下讨厌的阴影——这里他要讲的绝不是什么双关的俏皮话。 那匹马走到绷得紧紧的缰绳尽端（姑且这么说），停了下来，高高地甩起高傲而毛茸茸的尾巴。为了在即将被刷净打磨光的路面添加上自己的一份，就拉了三泡冒热气的粪便。它从肥大的屁股里慢吞吞、一团团地、分三次拉下屎来。车把式坐在他那装有长柄大镰刀的车[312] 里，善心而有耐性地等待着他（或她）拉完。 幸而发生了这一事故[313] ，布卢姆和斯蒂芬才肩并肩地从那被直柱隔开来的栏链的空隙爬过去，迈过一溜儿泥泞，朝着下加德纳街横跨过去。斯蒂芬虽然没有放开嗓门，却用更加激越的声调唱完了那首歌谣： 所有的船只搭成了一座桥。[314] 不管是好话、坏话还是不好不坏的话，反正车把式一言也未发。他坐在低靠背的车[315]上，只是目送这两个都穿着黑衣服的身影一—一胖一瘦——朝着铁道桥走去，由马尔神父给成婚。[ 316] 他们走一程又停下脚步，随后又走起来，继续交头接耳地谈着（车把式当然被排除在外）。内容包括男人的理智之敌赛仑，还夹杂着同一类型的一系列其他话题，篡夺者啦，类似的历史事件什么的。这当儿坐在清扫车——或者可以称之为卧车[317]——里的那个人无论如何也是听不见的，因为他们离得太远了。他只是在挨近下加德纳街尽头处坐在自己的坐位上，目送着他们那辆低靠背的车。[318]