Портрет художника в юности

Chapter 1

           

           Hepaused.MrDedalus,liftinghisheadfromthebone,asked:

           Andwhatdidyoudo,John?

           Do!saidMrCasey.ShestuckheruglyoldfaceupatmewhenshesaiditandIhadmymouthfulloftobaccojuice.IbentdowntoherandPHTH!saysItoherlikethat.

           Heturnedasideandmadetheactofspitting.

           PHTH!saysItoherlikethat,rightintohereye.

           Heclappedhishandtohiseyeandgaveahoarsescreamofpain.

           OJESUS,MARYANDJOSEPH!saysshe.I’MBLINDED!I’MBLINDEDANDDROWNDED!

           Hestoppedinafitofcoughingandlaughter,repeating:

           I’MBLINDEDENTIRELY.

           MrDedaluslaughedloudlyandlaybackinhischairwhileuncleCharlesswayedhisheadtoandfro.

           Dantelookedterriblyangryandrepeatedwhiletheylaughed:

           Verynice!Ha!Verynice!

           Itwasnotniceaboutthespitinthewoman’seye.

           ButwhatwasthenamethewomanhadcalledKittyO’SheathatMrCaseywouldnotrepeat?HethoughtofMrCaseywalkingthroughthecrowdsofpeopleandmakingspeechesfromawagonette.ThatwaswhathehadbeeninprisonforandherememberedthatonenightSergeantO’Neillhadcometothehouseandhadstoodinthehall,talkinginalowvoicewithhisfatherandchewingnervouslyatthechinstrapofhiscap.

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