Портрет художника в юности

Chapter 1

           

           Hisheartwasbeatingfastonaccountofthesolemnplacehewasinandthesilenceoftheroom:andhelookedattheskullandattherector’skind-lookingface.

           Well,mylittleman,saidtherector,whatisit?

           Stephenswalloweddownthethinginhisthroatandsaid:

           Ibrokemyglasses,sir.

           Therectoropenedhismouthandsaid:

           O!

           Thenhesmiledandsaid:

           Well,ifwebrokeourglasseswemustwritehomeforanewpair.

           Iwrotehome,sir,saidStephen,andFatherArnallsaidIamnottostudytilltheycome.

           Quiteright!saidtherector.

           Stephenswalloweddownthethingagainandtriedtokeephislegsandhisvoicefromshaking.

           But,sir

           Yes?

           FatherDolancameintodayandpandiedmebecauseIwasnotwritingmytheme.

           Therectorlookedathiminsilenceandhecouldfeelthebloodrisingtohisfaceandthetearsabouttorisetohiseyes.

           Therectorsaid:

           YournameisDedalus,isn’tit?

           Yes,sir

           Andwheredidyoubreakyourglasses?

           Onthecinder-path,sir.AfellowwascomingoutofthebicyclehouseandIfellandtheygotbroken.Idon’tknowthefellow’sname.

           Therectorlookedathimagaininsilence.

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