Улісс
Chapter 3
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Turning,hescannedtheshoresouth,hisfeetsinkingagainslowlyinnewsockets.Thecolddomedroomofthetowerwaits.Throughthebarbacanstheshaftsoflightaremovingever,slowlyeverasmyfeetaresinking,creepingduskwardoverthedialfloor.Bluedusk,nightfall,deepbluenight.Inthedarknessofthedometheywait,theirpushedbackchairs,myobeliskvalise,aroundaboardofabandonedplatters.Whotoclearit?Hehasthekey.Iwillnotsleeptherewhenthisnightcomes.Ashutdoorofasilenttower,entombingtheirblindbodies,thepanthersahibandhispointer.Call:noanswer.Heliftedhisfeetupfromthesuckandturnedbackbythemoleofboulders.Takeall,keepall.Mysoulwalkswithme,formofforms.Sointhemoon’smidwatchesIpacethepathabovetherocks,insablesilvered,hearingElsinore’stemptingflood.