Улисс
Chapter 7
Verylargeandwonderfulandkeepsfamoustime.Yousayright,sir.AMondaymorning,’twasso,indeed.
StephenwentdownBedfordrow,thehandleoftheashclackingagainsthisshoulderblade.InClohissey’swindowafaded1860printofHeenanboxingSayersheldhiseye.Staringbackerswithsquarehatsstoodroundtheropedprizering.Theheavyweightsintightloinclothsproposedgentlyeachtootherhisbulbousfists.Andtheyarethrobbing:heroes’hearts.
Heturnedandhaltedbytheslantedbookcart.
—Twopenceeach,thehuckstersaid.Fourforsixpence.
Tatteredpages.TheIrishBeekeeper.LifeandMiraclesoftheCuréofArs.PocketGuidetoKillarney.
Imightfindhereoneofmypawnedschoolprizes.StephanoDedalo,alumnooptimo,palmamferenti.
FatherConmee,havingreadhislittlehours,walkedthroughthehamletofDonnycarney,murmuringvespers.
Bindingtoogoodprobably.Whatisthis?EighthandninthbookofMoses.Secretofallsecrets.SealofKingDavid.Thumbedpages:readandread.Whohaspassedherebeforeme?Howtosoftenchappedhands.Recipeforwhitewinevinegar.Howtowinawoman’slove.Formethis.Saythefollowingtalismanthreetimeswithhandsfolded:
—Seelyilonebrakadafemininum!Amormesolo!Sanktus!Amen.
Whowrotethis?CharmsandinvocationsofthemostblessedabbotPeterSalankatoalltruebelieversdivulged.Asgoodasanyotherabbot’scharms,asmumblingJoachim’s.Down,baldynoddle,orwe’llwoolyourwool.
—Whatareyoudoinghere,Stephen?
Dilly’shighshouldersandshabbydress.
Shutthebookquick.Don’tletsee.