Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
ThemomenttheywerethroughthedoorwayCranlyseizedhimrudelybytheneckandshookhim,saying:
—Youflamingflounderingfool!I’lltakemydyingbiblethereisn’tabiggerbloodyape,doyouknow,thanyouinthewholeflamingbloodyworld!
Templewriggledinhisgrip,laughingstillwithslycontent,whileCranlyrepeatedflatlyateveryrudeshake:
—Aflamingflaringbloodyidiot!
Theycrossedtheweedygardentogether.Thepresident,wrappedinaheavyloosecloak,wascomingtowardsthemalongoneofthewalks,readinghisoffice.Attheendofthewalkhehaltedbeforeturningandraisedhiseyes.Thestudentssaluted,Templefumblingasbeforeatthepeakofhiscap.Theywalkedforwardinsilence.AstheynearedthealleyStephencouldhearthethudsoftheplayers’handsandthewetsmacksoftheballandDavin’svoicecryingoutexcitedlyateachstroke.
ThethreestudentshaltedroundtheboxonwhichDavinsattofollowthegame.Temple,afterafewmoments,sidledacrosstoStephenandsaid:
—Excuseme,Iwantedtoaskyou,doyoubelievethatJean-JacquesRousseauwasasincereman?
Stephenlaughedoutright.Cranly,pickingupthebrokenstaveofacaskfromthegrassathisfeet,turnedswiftlyandsaidsternly:
—Temple,IdeclaretothelivingGodifyousayanotherword,doyouknow,toanybodyonanysubject,I’llkillyouSUPERSPOTTUM.