Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 5
ThenightyouspenthalfanhourwranglingwithDohertyabouttheshortestwayfromSallygaptoLarras.
—Pothead!Cranlysaidwithcalmcontempt.WhatdoesheknowaboutthewayfromSallygaptoLarras?Orwhatdoesheknowaboutanythingforthatmatter?Andthebigslobberingwashing-potheadofhim!
Hebrokeintoaloudlonglaugh.
—Well?Stephensaid.Doyouremembertherest?
Whatyousaid,isit?Cranlyasked.Yes,Irememberit.Todiscoverthemodeoflifeorofartwherebyyourspiritcouldexpressitselfinunfetteredfreedom.
Stephenraisedhishatinacknowledgement.
—Freedom!Cranlyrepeated.Butyouarenotfreeenoughyettocommitasacrilege.Tellmewouldyourob?
—Iwouldbegfirst,Stephensaid.
—Andifyougotnothing,wouldyourob?
—Youwishmetosay,Stephenanswered,thattherightsofpropertyareprovisional,andthatincertaincircumstancesitisnotunlawfultorob.Everyonewouldactinthatbelief.SoIwillnotmakeyouthatanswer.Applytothejesuittheologian,JuanMarianadeTalavera,whowillalsoexplaintoyouinwhatcircumstancesyoumaylawfullyKillyourKingandwhetheryouhadbetterhandhimhispoisoninagobletorsmearitforhimuponhisrobeorhissaddlebow.
