Портрет художника в юности

Chapter 1

           

           Thenhesaid:

           Canyouanswermethisone?WhyisthecountyofKildarelikethelegofafellow’sbreeches?

           Stephenthoughtwhatcouldbetheanswerandthensaid:

           Igiveitup.

           Becausethereisathighinit,hesaid.Doyouseethejoke?AthyisthetowninthecountyKildareandathighistheotherthigh.

           Oh,Isee,Stephensaid.

           That’sanoldriddle,hesaid.

           Afteramomenthesaid:

           Isay!

           What?askedStephen.

           Youknow,hesaid,youcanaskthatriddleanotherway.

           Canyou?saidStephen.

           Thesameriddle,hesaid.Doyouknowtheotherwaytoaskit?

           No,saidStephen.

           Canyounotthinkoftheotherway?hesaid.

           HelookedatStephenoverthebedclothesashespoke.Thenhelaybackonthepillowandsaid:

           ThereisanotherwaybutIwon’ttellyouwhatitis.

           Whydidhenottellit?Hisfather,whokepttheracehorses,mustbeamagistratetoolikeSaurin’sfatherandNastyRoche’sfather.Hethoughtofhisownfather,ofhowhesangsongswhilehismotherplayedandofhowhealwaysgavehimashillingwhenheaskedforsixpenceandhefeltsorryforhimthathewasnotamagistrateliketheotherboys’fathers.

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