Улісс
Chapter 9
Theybelieveinrod,thescourgeralmighty,creatorofhelluponearth,andinJackyTar,thesonofagun,whowasconceivedofunholyboast,bornofthefightingnavy,sufferedunderrumpanddozen,wasscarified,flayedandcurried,yelledlikebloodyhell,thethirddayhearoseagainfromthebed,steeredintohaven,sittethonhisbeamendtillfurtherorderswhenceheshallcometodrudgeforalivingandbepaid.
—But,saysBloom,isn’tdisciplinethesameeverywhere.Imeanwouldn’titbethesamehereifyouputforceagainstforce?
Didn’tItellyou?AstrueasI’mdrinkingthisporterifhewasathislastgasphe’dtrytodownfaceyouthatdyingwasliving.
—We’llputforceagainstforce,saysthecitizen.WehaveourgreaterIrelandbeyondthesea.Theyweredrivenoutofhouseandhomeintheblack47.TheirmudcabinsandtheirshielingsbytheroadsidewerelaidlowbythebatteringramandtheTimesrubbeditshandsandtoldthewhiteliveredSaxonstherewouldsoonbeasfewIrishinIrelandasredskinsinAmerica.EventheGrandTurksentushispiastres.ButtheSassenachtriedtostarvethenationathomewhilethelandwasfullofcropsthattheBritishhyenasboughtandsoldinRiodeJaneiro.Ay,theydroveoutthepeasantsinhordes.Twentythousandofthemdiedinthecoffinships.Butthosethatcametothelandofthefreerememberthelandofbondage.Andtheywillcomeagainandwithavengeance,nocravens,thesonsofGranuaile,thechampionsofKathleenniHoulihan.
—Perfectlytrue,saysBloom.Butmypointwas...
—Wearealongtimewaitingforthatday,citizen,saysNed.