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Chapter 12
Lynch,hisjockeycaplowonhisbrow,attendshim,asneerofdiscontentwrinklinghisface.)
STEPHEN:Vidiaquamegredientemdetemploalateredextro.Alleluia.
(Thefamishedsnaggletusksofanelderlybawdprotrudefromadoorway.)
THEBAWD:(Hervoicewhisperinghuskily.)Sst!ComeheretillItellyou.Maidenheadinside.Sst!
STEPHEN:(Altiusaliquantulum.)Etomnesadquospervenitaquaista.
THEBAWD:(Spitsintheirtrailherjetofvenom.)Trinitymedicals.Fallopiantube.Allprickandnopence.
(EdyBoardman,sniffling,crouchedwithBerthaSupple,drawshershawlacrosshernostrils.)
EDYBOARDMAN:(Bickering.)Andsaystheone:IseenyouupFaithfulplacewithyoursquarepusher,thegreaserofftherailway,inhiscometobedhat.Didyou,saysI.That’snotforyoutosay,saysI.Youneverseenmeinthemantrapwithamarriedhighlander,saysI.Thelikesofher!Stagthatoneis!Stubbornasamule!Andherwalkingwithtwofellowstheonetime,Kilbride,theenginedriver,andlancecorporalOliphant.
STEPHEN:(Triumphaliter.)Salvifactisunt.
(Heflourisheshisashplant,shiveringthelampimage,shatteringlightovertheworld.Aliverandwhitespanielontheprowlslinksafterhim,growling.Lynchscaresitwithakick.)
LYNCH:Sothat?
STEPHEN:(Looksbehind.)Sothatgesture,notmusicnotodour,wouldbeauniversallanguage,thegiftoftonguesrenderingvisiblenotthelaysensebutthefirstentelechy,thestructuralrhythm.
LYNCH:Pornosophicalphilotheology.MetaphysicsinMecklenburghstreet!
STEPHEN:WehaveshrewriddenShakespeareandhenpeckedSocrates.