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Chapter 3
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—Yes,sir?
—MaltforRichieandStephen,tellmother.Whereisshe?
—BathingCrissie,sir.
Papa’slittlebedpal.Lumpoflove.
—No,uncleRichie...
—CallmeRichie.Damnyourlithiawater.Itlowers.Whusky!
—UncleRichie,really...
—SitdownorbythelawHarryI’llknockyoudown.
Waltersquintsvainlyforachair.
—Hehasnothingtositdownon,sir.
—Hehasnowheretoputit,youmug.Bringinourchippendalechair.Wouldyoulikeabiteofsomething?Noneofyourdamnedlawdeedawairshere.Therichofarasherfriedwithaherring?Sure?Somuchthebetter.Wehavenothinginthehousebutbackachepills.
All’erta!
HedronesbarsofFerrando’sariadisortita.Thegrandestnumber,Stephen,inthewholeopera.Listen.
Histunefulwhistlesoundsagain,finelyshaded,withrushesoftheair,hisfistsbigdrummingonhispaddedknees.
Thiswindissweeter.
Housesofdecay,mine,hisandall.YoutoldtheClongowesgentryyouhadanuncleajudgeandanuncleageneralinthearmy.Comeoutofthem,Stephen.Beautyisnotthere.NorinthestagnantbayofMarsh’slibrarywhereyoureadthefadingpropheciesofJoachimAbbas.Forwhom?Thehundredheadedrabbleofthecathedralclose.Ahaterofhiskindranfromthemtothewoodofmadness,hismanefoaminginthemoon,hiseyeballsstars.
