Улісс
Chapter 2
Heraisedhisforefingerandbeattheairoldlybeforehisvoicespoke.
—Markmywords,MrDedalus,hesaid.Englandisinthehandsofthejews.Inallthehighestplaces:herfinance,herpress.Andtheyarethesignsofanation’sdecay.Wherevertheygathertheyeatupthenation’svitalstrength.Ihaveseenitcomingtheseyears.Assureaswearestandingherethejewmerchantsarealreadyattheirworkofdestruction.OldEnglandisdying.
Hesteppedswiftlyoff,hiseyescomingtobluelifeastheypassedabroadsunbeam.Hefacedaboutandbackagain.
—Dying,hesaidagain,ifnotdeadbynow.
Theharlot’scryfromstreettostreet
ShallweaveoldEngland’swindingsheet.
Hiseyesopenwideinvisionstaredsternlyacrossthesunbeaminwhichhehalted.
—Amerchant,Stephensaid,isonewhobuyscheapandsellsdear,jeworgentile,ishenot?
—Theysinnedagainstthelight,MrDeasysaidgravely.Andyoucanseethedarknessintheireyes.Andthatiswhytheyarewanderersontheearthtothisday.
OnthestepsoftheParisstockexchangethegoldskinnedmenquotingpricesontheirgemmedfingers.Gabbleofgeese.Theyswarmedloud,uncouthaboutthetemple,theirheadsthickplottingundermaladroitsilkhats.Nottheirs:theseclothes,thisspeech,thesegestures.Theirfullsloweyesbeliedthewords,thegestureseagerandunoffending,butknewtherancoursmassedaboutthemandknewtheirzealwasvain.Vainpatiencetoheapandhoard.Timesurelywouldscatterall.Ahoardheapedbytheroadside:plunderedandpassingon.