Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
—Hewaslikeyou,Ifancy,saidStephen,anemotionalman.
—Blasthim,cursehim!saidCranlybroadly.Don’ttalktohimatall.Sure,youmightaswellbetalking,doyouknow,toaflamingchamber-potastalkingtoTemple.Gohome,Temple.ForGod’ssake,gohome.
—Idon’tcareadamnaboutyou,Cranly,answeredTemple,movingoutofreachoftheupliftedstaveandpointingatStephen.He’stheonlymanIseeinthisinstitutionthathasanindividualmind.
—Institution!Individual!criedCranly.Gohome,blastyou,foryou’reahopelessbloodyman.
—I’manemotionalman,saidTemple.That’squiterightlyexpressed.AndI’mproudthatI’manemotionalist.
Hesidledoutofthealley,smilingslyly.Cranlywatchedhimwithablankexpressionlessface.
—Lookathim!hesaid.Didyoueverseesuchago-by-the-wall?
Hisphrasewasgreetedbyastrangelaughfromastudentwholoungedagainstthewall,hispeakedcapdownonhiseyes.Thelaugh,pitchedinahighkeyandcomingfromaSomuscularframe,seemedlikethewhinnyofanelephant.Thestudent’sbodyshookalloverand,toeasehismirth,herubbedbothhishandsdelightedlyoverhisgroins.
—Lynchisawake,saidCranly.
Lynch,foranswer,straightenedhimselfandthrustforwardhischest.
—Lynchputsouthischest,saidStephen,asacriticismoflife.