Улісс
Chapter 9
Andthetwoshawlskilledwiththelaughing,pickinghispockets,thebloodyfoolandhespillingtheporteralloverthebedandthetwoshawlsscreechinglaughingatoneanother.Howisyourtestament?Haveyougotanoldtestament?OnlyPaddywaspassingthere,Itellyouwhat.ThenseehimofaSundaywithhislittleconcubineofawife,andshewagginghertailuptheaisleofthechapelwithherpatentbootsonher,noless,andherviolets,niceaspie,doingthelittlelady.JackMooney’ssister.Andtheoldprostituteofamotherprocuringroomstostreetcouples.Gob,Jackmadehimtoetheline.Toldhimifhedidn’tpatchupthepot,Jesus,he’dkicktheshiteoutofhim.
SoTerrybroughtthethreepints.
—Here,saysJoe,doingthehonours.Here,citizen.
—Slanleat,sayshe.
—Fortune,Joe,saysI.Goodhealth,citizen.
Gob,hehadhismouthhalfwaydownthetumbleralready.Wantasmallfortunetokeephimindrinks.
—Whoisthelongfellowrunningforthemayoralty,Alf?saysJoe.
—Friendofyours,saysAlf.
—Nannan?saysJoe.Themimber?
—Iwon’tmentionanynames,saysAlf.
—Ithoughtso,saysJoe.IsawhimupatthatmeetingnowwithWilliamField,M.P.,thecattletraders.
—HairyIopas,saysthecitizen,thatexplodedvolcano,thedarlingofallcountriesandtheidolofhisown.
