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Chapter 4
MrDedalus,staringfromtheemptyfireplaceatNedLambert’squizzingface,askedofitsourly:
—AgonisingChrist,wouldn’titgiveyouaheartburnonyourarse?
NedLambert,seatedonthetable,readon:
—Oragain,notethemeanderingsofsomepurlingrillasitbabblesonitsway,tho’quarrellingwiththestonyobstacles,tothetumblingwatersofNeptune’sbluedomain,’midmossybanks,fannedbygentlestzephyrs,playedonbytheglorioussunlightor’neaththeshadowscasto’eritspensivebosombytheoverarchingleafageofthegiantsoftheforest.Whataboutthat,Simon?heaskedoverthefringeofhisnewspaper.How’sthatforhigh?
—Changinghisdrink,MrDedalussaid.
NedLambert,laughing,struckthenewspaperonhisknees,repeating:
—Thepensivebosomandtheoverarsingleafage.Oboys!Oboys!
—AndXenophonlookeduponMarathon,MrDedalussaid,lookingagainonthefireplaceandtothewindow,andMarathonlookedonthesea.
—Thatwilldo,professorMacHughcriedfromthewindow.Idon’twanttohearanymoreofthestuff.
Heateoffthecrescentofwaterbiscuithehadbeennibblingand,hungered,madereadytonibblethebiscuitinhisotherhand.
Highfalutinstuff.Bladderbags.NedLambertistakingadayoffIsee.Ratherupsetsaman’sday,afuneraldoes.Hehasinfluencetheysay.OldChatterton,thevicechancellor,ishisgranduncleorhisgreatgranduncle.Closeonninetytheysay.Subleaderforhisdeathwrittenthislongtimeperhaps.Livingtospitethem.Mightgofirsthimself.Johnny,makeroomforyouruncle.TherighthonourableHedgesEyreChatterton.