Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
—Whatisitfor?
—QUOD?
—Whatisitfor?
CranlyturnedhispalefacetoStephenandsaidblandlyandbitterly:
—PERPAXUNIVERSALIS.
—StephenpointedtotheTsar’sphotographandsaid:
—HehasthefaceofabesottedChrist.
ThescornandangerinhisvoicebroughtCranly’seyesbackfromacalmsurveyofthewallsofthehall.
—Areyouannoyed?heasked.
—No,answeredStephen.
—Areyouinbadhumour?
—No.
—CREDOUTVOSSANGUINARIUSMENDAXESTIS,saidCranly,QUIAFACIESVOSTRAMONSTRATUTVOSINDAMNOMALOHUMOREESTIS.
Moynihan,onhiswaytothetable,saidinStephen’sear:
—MacCannisintiptopform.Readytoshedthelastdrop.Brandnewworld.Nostimulantsandvotesforthebitches.
Stephensmiledatthemannerofthisconfidenceand,whenMoynihanhadpassed,turnedagaintomeetCranly’seyes.
—Perhapsyoucantellme,hesaid,whyhepourshissoulsofreelyintomyear.Canyou?
AdullscowlappearedonCranly’sforehead.HestaredatthetablewhereMoynihanhadbenttowritehisnameontheroll,andthensaidflatly:
—Asugar!
—QUISESTINMALOHUMORE,saidStephen,EGOAUTVOS?
Cranlydidnottakeupthetaunt.