Улисс
Chapter 12
ForgetnotMadamGrisselSteevensnorthesuinescionsofthehouseofLambert.AndNoahwasdrunkwithwine.Andhisarkwasopen.
BELLA:Noneofthathere.Cometothewrongshop.
LYNCH:Lethimalone.He’sbackfromParis.
ZOE:(Runstostephenandlinkshim.)Ogoon!Giveussomeparleyvoo.
(Stephenclapshatonheadandleapsovertothefireplacewherehestandswithshruggedshoulders,finnyhandsoutspread,apaintedsmileonhisface.)
LYNCH:(Pommellingonthesofa.)RmmRmmRmmRrrrrrmmmmm.
STEPHEN:(Gabbleswithmarionettejerks.)Thousandplacesofentertainmenttoexpenseyoureveningswithlovelyladiessalingglovesandotherthingsperhapshersheartbeerchopsperfectfashionablehouseveryeccentricwherelotscocottesbeautifuldressedmuchaboutprincesseslikearedancingcancanandwalkingthereparisianclowneriesextrafoolishforbachelorsforeignsthesameiftalkingapoorenglishhowmuchsmarttheyareonthingsloveandsensationsvoluptuous.Mistersveryselectsforispleasuremusttovisitheavenandhellshowwithmortuarycandlesandtheytearssilverwhichoccureverynight.Perfectlyshockingterrificofreligion’sthingsmockeryseeninuniversalworld.Allchicwomanswhicharrivefullofmodestythendisrobeandsquealloudtoseevampiremandebauchnunveryfreshyoungwithdessoustroublants.(Heclackshistongueloudly.)Ho,làlà!Cepifqu’ila!
LYNCH:Vivelevampire!
THEWHORES:Bravo!Parleyvoo!
STEPHEN:(Grimacingwithheadback,laughsloudly,clappinghimself.)Greatsuccessoflaughing.Angelsmuchprostituteslikeandholyapostlesbigdamnruffians.
