Улисс
Chapter 8
WhythebarberinDrago’salwayslookedmyfacewhenIspokehisfaceintheglass.Stillhearitbetterherethaninthebarthoughfarther.
—Eachgracefullook...
FirstnightwhenfirstIsawheratMatDillon’sinTerenure.Yellow,blacklaceshewore.Musicalchairs.Wetwothelast.Fate.Afterher.Fate.Roundandroundslow.Quickround.Wetwo.Alllooked.Halt.Downshesat.Alloustedlooked.Lipslaughing.Yellowknees.
—Charmedmyeye...
Singing.Waitingshesang.Iturnedhermusic.Fullvoiceofperfumeofwhatperfumedoesyourlilactrees.BosomIsaw,bothfull,throatwarbling.FirstIsaw.Shethankedme.Whydidsheme?Fate.Spanishyeyes.UnderapeartreealonepatiothishourinoldMadridonesideinshadowDoloresshedolores.Atme.Luring.Ah,alluring.
—Martha!Ah,Martha!
QuittingalllanguorLionelcriedingrief,incryofpassiondominanttolovetoreturnwithdeepeningyetwithrisingchordsofharmony.Incryoflionellonelinessthatsheshouldknow,mustmarthafeel.Foronlyherhewaited.Where?Heretheretrythereherealltrywhere.Somewhere.
—Co-ome,thoulostone!
Co-ome,thoudearone!
Alone.Onelove.Onehope.Onecomfortme.Martha,chestnote,return!
—Come!
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