Улисс
Chapter 9
Andlo,astheyquaffedtheircupofjoy,agodlikemessengercameswiftlyin,radiantastheeyeofheaven,acomelyyouthandbehindhimtherepassedanelderofnoblegaitandcountenance,bearingthesacredscrollsoflawandwithhimhisladywifeadameofpeerlesslineage,fairestofherrace.
LittleAlfBerganpoppedinroundthedoorandhidbehindBarney’ssnug,squeezedupwiththelaughing.AndwhowassittingupthereinthecornerthatIhadn’tseensnoringdrunkblindtotheworldonlyBobDoran.Ididn’tknowwhatwasupandAlfkeptmakingsignsoutofthedoor.AndbegobwhatwasitonlythatbloodyoldpantaloonDenisBreeninhisbathslipperswithtwobloodybigbookstuckedunderhisoxterandthewifehotfootafterhim,unfortunatewretchedwoman,trottinglikeapoodle.IthoughtAlfwouldsplit.
—Lookathim,sayshe.Breen.He’straipsingallroundDublinwithapostcardsomeonesenthimwithU.p:uponittotakeali...
Andhedoubledup.
—Takeawhat?saysI.
—Libelaction,sayshe,fortenthousandpounds.
—Ohell!saysI.
Thebloodymongrelbegantogrowlthat’dputthefearofGodinyouseeingsomethingwasupbutthecitizengavehimakickintheribs.
—Biidhohusht,sayshe.
—Who?saysJoe.
—Breen,saysAlf.HewasinJohnHenryMenton’sandthenhewentroundtoCollisandWard’sandthenTomRochfordmethimandsenthimroundtothesubsheriff’sforalark.OGod,I’veapainlaughing.U.p:up.ThelongfellowgavehimaneyeasgoodasaprocessandnowthebloodyoldlunaticisgoneroundtoGreenstreettolookforaGman.
