Улисс
Chapter 3
Showstheprofoundknowledgeofthehumanheart.Daren’tjokeaboutthedeadfortwoyearsatleast.Demortuisnilnisiprius.Gooutofmourningfirst.Hardtoimaginehisfuneral.Seemsasortofajoke.Readyourownobituarynoticetheysayyoulivelonger.Givesyousecondwind.Newleaseoflife.
—Howmanyhaveyoufortomorrow?thecaretakerasked.
—Two,CornyKellehersaid.Halftenandeleven.
Thecaretakerputthepapersinhispocket.Thebarrowhadceasedtotrundle.Themournerssplitandmovedtoeachsideofthehole,steppingwithcareroundthegraves.Thegravediggersborethecoffinandsetitsnoseonthebrink,loopingthebandsroundit.
Buryinghim.WecometoburyCæsar.HisidesofMarchorJune.Hedoesn’tknowwhoisherenorcare.Nowwhoisthatlankylookinggalootoverthereinthemacintosh?NowwhoisheI’dliketoknow?NowI’dgiveatrifletoknowwhoheis.Alwayssomeoneturnsupyouneverdreamtof.Afellowcouldliveonhislonesomeallhislife.Yes,hecould.Stillhe’dhavetogetsomeonetosodhimafterhediedthoughhecoulddighisowngrave.Wealldo.Onlymanburies.No,antstoo.Firstthingstrikesanybody.Burythedead.SayRobinsonCrusoewastruetolife.WellthenFridayburiedhim.EveryFridayburiesaThursdayifyoucometolookatit.
O,poorRobinsonCrusoe!
Howcouldyoupossiblydoso?
PoorDignam!Hislastlieontheearthinhisbox.Whenyouthinkofthemallitdoesseemawasteofwood.Allgnawedthrough.Theycouldinventahandsomebierwithakindofpanelsliding,letitdownthatway.
