Ulysses Chapter 16 Eumaeus

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尤利西斯 第16章

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1Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed. His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him to take some measures on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was rather pale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their then condition, both of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, always assuming that there was such a thing to be found. Accordingly after a few such preliminaries as brushing, in spite of his having forgotten to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman service in the shaving line, they both walked together along Beaver street or, more properly, lane as far as the farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the corner of Dan Bergin's. But as he confidently anticipated there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some fellows inside on the spree, outside the North Star hotel and there was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his head, twice.

1布卢姆先生首先把沾在斯蒂芬衣服上的刨花掸掉大半,把帽子木手杖递给他,正像个好撒马利亚人 那样给以鼓舞,而这也正是斯蒂芬所迫切需要的。他(斯蒂芬)的精神虽还说不上是错乱,但不大稳定。当他表示想喝点儿什么的时候,布卢姆先生考虑到在这个时刻,连洗手用的瓦尔特里 水泵都找不到,饮用的水就更说不上了。他猛然想出个应急办法,提出不如到离巴特桥左不过一箭之遥的那家通称“马车夫棚”的店铺去,兴许还能喝上杯牛奶苏打水或矿泉水呢。难就难在怎样走到那里。眼下他不知该怎么办才好,然而这又是个义不容辞、刻不容缓的问题。正当他在千方百计琢磨着办法的时候,斯蒂芬连连打着哈欠。他看得出,斯蒂芬的脸色有些苍白。他们两人(尤其是斯蒂芬)都已精疲力竭,在这种情况下,要是能找到什么代步的话,就再好不过了。他认为总会找得到的。他那块略沾肥皂味的手绢尽到掸刨花的责任后,就掉在地上了,他忘记把它拾起来,却用手去揩拭。准备就绪后,他们二人就一道沿着比弗街(或说得更确切些,比弗巷)一直走到蒙哥马利街角那座钉马掌的棚子和散发着强烈臭气的出租马车行那儿,向左转,又在丹·伯金那家店跟前拐弯,走进阿缅斯街。他原来蛮有把握,可不料哪里也看不到等待顾客的车夫的踪影。仅只在北星饭店门外停着一辆四轮马车,那也许是在里面狂欢者雇的。尽管向来不会吹哨,布卢姆先生还是高举双臂,在头上弯成拱形,使劲学着吹上两声口哨,朝那辆马车打招呼,可它丝毫没有移动的迹象。

2This was a quandary but, bringing common sense to bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttons though, entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made light of the mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be returning and the elder man recounted to his companion ? propos of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome to a degree, more especially at night) ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store street, famous for its C division police station. Between this point and the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the right, while the other who was acting as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeed of our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and most indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is said.

2处境真是狼狈啊。情况摆得很清楚,唯一的办法显然只好若无其事地步行。他们就这么做了。不久,他们来到牟累特食品店和信号所跟前,斜插过去,只得朝着阿缅斯街电车终点站走去。布卢姆先生裤子后面的一个钮扣,套用一句古谚,像所有的钮扣那样终于不中用啦。布卢姆先生尽管处在如此尴尬的境地,由于他透彻地理解事态的本质,就英勇地容忍了这种不便。他们二人都没有什么急事在身,适才雨神一阵造访,如今业已放晴,天朗气清。他们溜溜达达地从那既无乘客又无车夫、空荡荡地等候着的马车旁走过去。这时,恰好一辆都柏林联合电车公司的撒沙车开了回来。于是,年长者 就和同伴谈起有关自己刚才真正奇迹般地捡了一条命的事。他们经过大北部火车站的正面入口,这是驶往贝尔法斯特的起点站。深更半夜的,一切交通自然均都已断绝。他们走过停尸所的后门(即便不令人有些毛骨悚然,这反正也不是具有吸引力的所在,尤其在夜晚),终于来到码头酒店,接着就进了以C区警察局而驰名的货栈街。在从这里走到贝雷斯福德街那目前已熄了灯的高耸的货栈的路上,易卜生兜上斯蒂芬的心头。这所坐落在塔博特街右手第一个拐角处的石匠贝尔德的作坊不知怎地引起了他的联想 。这时,充当斯蒂芬的忠实的阿卡帖斯 的另一位,怀着由衷的欣喜闻着近在咫尺的詹姆斯·鲁尔克都市面包房 的气味,那是我们的日用粮 的芬香,确实可口,在公众的日用商品中,它是头等重要、最不可缺少的。面包,生命的必需品,挣你的面包 ,哦,告诉我花式面包在何方? 据说就在这家鲁尔克面包房里。

3En route to his taciturn and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was in complete possession of his faculties, never more so, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which, barely permissible once in a while though not as a habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his age particularly if they had acquired drinking habits under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if you didn't look out. Highly providential was the appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at the eleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a candidate for the accident ward or, failing that, the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked, were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A division in Clanbrassil street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke road for example, the guardians of the law were well in evidence, the obvious reason being they were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any description liable to go off at any time which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly maintained, and health and also character besides which, the squandermania of the thing, fast women of the demimonde ran away with a lot of l s. d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with though, touching the much vexed question of stimulants, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues (notably a good burgundy which he was a staunch believer in) still never beyond a certain point where he invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practically. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting confreres but one, a most glaring piece of ratting on the part of his brother medicos under all the circs.


4—And that one was Judas, Stephen said, who up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind.

4“而那家伙是个犹大 ,”一直保持沉默的斯蒂芬说。

5Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped for no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to remember that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father's, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.


6—Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said.


7A figure of middle height on the prowl evidently under the arches saluted again, calling:




9Stephen of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the compliment. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety though not funkyish in the least. Though unusual in the Dublin area he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.


10Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though he was not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley some called him and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of inspector Corley of the G division, lately deceased, who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it (though not proved) that she descended from the house of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or some relative, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty, had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.


11Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell. Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends had all deserted him. Furthermore he had a row with Lenehan and called him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of a number of other uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God's earth he could get something, anything at all, to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same time if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Anyhow he was all in.


12—I wouldn't ask you only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the rocks.


13—There'll be a job tomorrow or next day, Stephen told him, in a boys' school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You may mention my name.


14—Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh. I got stuck twice in the junior at the christian brothers.


15—I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.


16Corley at the first go-off was inclined to suspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street (which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.


17Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him in a sense though he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a par with the others was hardly deserving of much credence. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact though a good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke was nothing would get it out of Corley's head that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the needful. Whereas. He put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the idea of finding any food there but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat but the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash missing. A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigation. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost as well he might have or left because in that contingency it was not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He was altogether too fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect. About biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them he wondered or where was or did he buy. However in another pocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously however, as it turned out.

17尽管这类事情每隔一夜(或者几乎是如此)就能遇上一次,斯蒂芬还是为之怦然心动。他晓得科利方才那套新近胡乱编造的话照例是不大可信的,然而,正如拉丁诗人所说:“我对不幸遭遇并非一无所知,故深知拯救处于厄运中者。” 况且刚巧赶上月中的十六日,他领了薪水,不过这笔款项实际上已花掉不少。最令人啼笑皆非的是,科利一门心思认定斯蒂芬生活富裕,成天无所事事,到处施舍。其实呢。不管怎样,他把手伸进兜儿里,倒不是想在那儿找到什么吃的,而是打算借给科利一两先令,这样他就可以努把力,挣钱好歹糊上口。但是结果扑了个空!使他懊恼的是,他发觉自己的钱不翼而飞了,只找到几块饼干渣子。这时,他搜索枯肠去回忆究竟是把钱丢失了呢,还是遗忘在哪儿了--因为这种可能也是有的。这一意外事件非但不容乐观,老实说,还真令人懊丧。他试图追想模模糊糊留在记忆中的饼干的事,但已精疲力竭,无从透彻地弄明白。确切他说,到底是谁给他的呢,又是在哪儿给的呢,要么,难道是他买的吗、不管怎样,在另一个兜儿里他倒是找到了--在一片黑暗中,他以为那是几枚便士,却搞错了。

18—Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley corrected him.


19And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen anyhow lent him one of them.


20—Thanks, Corley answered, you're a gentleman. I'll pay you back one time. Who's that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the billsticker. You might put in a good word for us to get me taken on there. I'd carry a sandwichboard only the girl in the office told me they're full up for the next three weeks, man. God, you've to book ahead, man, you'd think it was for the Carl Rosa. I don't give a shite anyway so long as I get a job, even as a crossing sweeper.


21Subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and six he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam's, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.


22Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he was not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. Palpably he was one of his hangerson but for the matter of that it was merely a question of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a fine would be a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning. Pretty thick that was certainly.


23The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom who, with his practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen, that is:


24—He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman.


25At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively:

25布卢姆先生脸上露出对此事漠不关心的神色,茫然地朝着那艘陈旧的挖泥船--它被取了艾布拉那 这一雅号,看来已无法修理了--的方向望了半秒钟光景,于是就闪烁其词他说:

26—Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?


27—Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.


28—Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he invariably does. Everyone according to his needs or everyone according to his deeds. But, talking about things in general, where, added he with a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question. And even supposing you did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?


29—To seek misfortune, was Stephen's answer.


30—I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact, or to be strictly accurate, on yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of conversation that he had moved.


31—I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Why?


32—A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects than one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takes great pride, quite legitimate, out of you. You could go back perhaps, he hasarded, still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred their third companion, were patently trying as if the whole bally station belonged to them to give Stephen the slip in the confusion, which they did.


33There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion however, such as it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he could drink it with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper, in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or something like that.


34—No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice as much as I did. But it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior object.


35He understood however from all he heard that Dr Mulligan was a versatile allround man, by no means confined to medicine only, who was rapidly coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?, was, he was bound to admit, an exceedingly plucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that frankly he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple.


36—Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call picking your brains, he ventured to throw out.


37The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact on the problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw through the affair and for some reason or other best known to himself allowed matters to more or less. Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.


38Adjacent to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a particularly animated way, there being some little differences between the parties.


39Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!


40—Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano piu...


41—Dice lui, pero!




43—Farabutto! Mortacci sui!


44—Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa piu...


45Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely if ever been before, the former having previously whispered to the latter a few hints anent the keeper of it said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the invincible, though he could not vouch for the actual facts which quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner only to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.


46—Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the shape of solid food, say, a roll of some description.


47Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailor probably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor.


48Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be sure, rather in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his protégé in an audible tone of voice a propos of the battle royal in the street which was still raging fast and furious:


49—A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is so melodious and full. Belladonna. Voglio.


50Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied:


51—To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.


52—Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.


53The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this tête-a-tête put a boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed. After which he beat a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have a good square look at him later on so as not to appear to. For which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him.


54—Sounds are impostures, Stephen said after a pause of some little time, like names. Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody. Jesus, Mr Doyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?


55—Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.


56The redbearded sailor who had his weather eye on the newcomers boarded Stephen, whom he had singled out for attention in particular, squarely by asking:


57—And what might your name be?


58Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpected quarter, answered:




60The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, rather bunged up from excessive use of boose, preferably good old Hollands and water.


61—You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.


62—I've heard of him, Stephen said.


63Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently eavesdropping too.


64—He's Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish.


65—All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.


66As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the remark:


67—I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthand dead shot.


68Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.


69—Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.


70He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.


71—Pom! he then shouted once.


72The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being still a further egg.


73—Pom! he shouted twice.


74Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding bloodthirstily:


75—Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will.


76A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley.


77—Beg pardon, the sailor said.


78—Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.


79—Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I seen him do that in Stockholm.


80—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.


81—Murphy's my name, the sailor continued. D. B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?

81“俺姓墨菲,”水手接下去说,“叫作w. B. 墨菲,是卡利加勒人。你晓得它在哪儿吗?”

82—Queenstown harbour, Stephen replied.


83—That's right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. That's where I hails from. I belongs there. That's where I hails from. My little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. For England, home and beauty. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about.


84Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene, the homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones, a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece by the way of poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way. Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finally did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidow, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, post mortem child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping tearing tandy, O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy.

84布卢姆先生能够毫不费力地设想他出现的场面:逃出海妖 的掌心之后,回到路边的水手家园---座窝棚里。那是酝酿着一场雨的夜晚,一轮月亮昏昏暗暗的。为了老婆,横跨过世界。有不少关于艾丽斯·卡·博尔特这一特定题材的故事。伊诺克·阿登和端普·凡·温格尔。这里可有人记得盲人奥利里 吗?顺便提一下,那是可怜的约翰·凯西所写的深受欢迎却又令人心酸、音调铿锵的作品,结构完美的小小诗篇。做老婆的不论曾经多么忠实于外出者,一旦跟人跑了,就再也不会回来了。窗口的那张脸!想想看,好不容易才回到家,晓得了关于爱妻的可怕真相,感情触了礁,这时该是多么令人心碎啊!你再也没想到我会回来,然而我要住下来,重新打鼓另开张。守活寡的老婆还像从前那样坐在同一座炉边。她相信我已经死掉了,到海底深处坐摇篮去了。傻瓜叔叔,要么就是“王冠与锚”酒馆老板汤姆金斯叔叔,身上只随随便便穿了件衬衫,大嚼着牛腿扒配葱头。没有椅子给爹坐。呸!刮风啦!她抱在腿上的是刚生下的娃娃,一个遗腹儿。高啊高!兰迪,噢!我那乘风破浪的丹迪,哦!这是躲不开的,只能屈从,苦笑着逆来顺受呗。我将永永远远热烈地爱着你,你那心碎了的丈夫,w. B. 墨菲。

85The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:


86—You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you?


87The jarvey addressed as it happened had not but the keeper took a die of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.


88—Thank you, the sailor said.


89He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded:


90—We come up this morning eleven o'clock. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over. Paid off this afternoon. There's my discharge. See? D. B. Murphy. A. B. S.

90“俺们是今天上午十一点钟进港的。就是那艘从布里奇沃特运砖来的三桅纵帆船罗斯韦思号。俺是为了到这儿来才搭上那条船的。今儿下午发了工钱,就被解雇了。你们瞧,这是俺的解雇证书。一级水手w. B. 墨菲。”

91In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document.


92—You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.


93—Why, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and North America and South America. We was chased by pirates one voyage. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyou. That's how the Russians prays.


94—You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a jarvey.


95—Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug. I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.


96He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously:


97—Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.


98He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket which seemed to be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia.


99All focussed their attention at the scene exhibited, a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them) outside some primitive shanties of osier.


100—Chews coca all day, the communicative tarpaulin added. Stomachs like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children.


101See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.


102His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for several minutes if not more.


103—Know how to keep them off? he inquired generally.


104Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying:


105—Glass. That boggles 'em. Glass.


106Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. There was no message evidently, as he took particular notice.

106布卢姆先生并未露出吃惊的神色。他只悄悄地把明信片翻过去,辨认那一部分已模糊不清的地址和邮戳。是这么写的:邮政明信片。A. 布丁先生收,智利国圣地亚哥市贝赤游廊。他特别留意到明信片上显然一句话也没写。

107Though not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated (or the eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat) having detected a discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person he represented himself to be and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere) and the fictitious addressee of the missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear, purse permitting, a few guineas at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there and back. The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of the sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative. Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal consort as leading lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and he was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the local papers could be managed by some fellow with a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. But who? That was the rub.

107尽管他并不轻信适才所讲的那种可怕的故事(还有击落鸡蛋之举,不过,倒也有威廉·退尔的故事,以及《玛丽塔娜》中所描述的拉扎利洛与堂塞萨尔·德·巴桑事件。在那次事件中,前者的子弹穿透了后者的帽子)。他看穿了水手的名字(假定他果真就是所自称的那个人,而不是在某地悄悄地使船调换方向,挂上别国国旗航行的话)与明信片上的收信人姓名有出入,再加上那个编造的发信地址,使他颇为怀疑我们这位朋友诚实与否。然而看了这张明信片,他便不知怎地想起了在心里酝酿了好久、迟早打算实现的一个计划:星期三或星期六乘船远航到伦敦。尽管他从未远游过,骨子里却是个冒险家;只是由于命运的捉弄,迄今没出过海--除非你把霍利黑德 之行也算作航海的话。那是他生平最远的一次旅行了。马丁·坎宁翰常说他要拜托伊根给布卢姆弄张免费船票,然而每一次总是好事多磨,泡了汤。即便立刻支付得出那笔必要的款子,让博伊德伤伤心,只要囊中并不羞涩,其实数目也不大大,最多不过是两三基尼;而他指望着要去的穆林加尔的往返旅费,估计要五先令六便士。由于空气爽朗新鲜,旅行有益于健康,从各方面来说都舒适之至。对肝脏有病的人就更是这样。沿途可以看到普利茅斯、法尔茅斯、南安普敦等形形色色的地方。这次富于教育意义的游览的高潮是观赏大都会(我们时代的巴比伦)的景物。毫无疑问,他会在这里再一次看到大加修缮的塔和教堂,富丽堂皇的公园街。忽然间他还兴起另一个挺不坏的念头:何不筹组一次包括最著名的游乐胜地的夏季演奏旅行,前往各地漫游:马盖待的男女混浴场、第一流的矿泉和温泉疗养地,伊斯特本,斯卡伯勒马盖特等;还有景色优美的伯恩茅斯,海峡群岛以及诸如此类小巧精致的地方。说不定还大有赚头呢。班子当然不是鬼头鬼脑临时东拼西凑的,更不会雇用C. P. 麦科伊太太那种类型的本地歌女--借我用用你的手提箱,我就寄张免费船票给你。才不是呢,而是最高级的,是爱尔兰首屈一指的名角会演,由特威迪- 弗罗尔大型歌剧团团长的正式夫人担任主角,足以和埃尔斯特·格莱姆斯与穆迪- 曼纳斯一比高低。这是十分简单的事,他对此举的成功充满自信。关键在于得有个能够在背后操持料理的家伙,能让当地的报纸给大吹大擂一番。这样,就既可盈利又能饱览风光了。然而,由谁来承担此职呢?嗯,难就难在这儿。

108Also, without being actually positive, it struck him a great field was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with the times apropos of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was mooted, was once more on the tapis in the circumlocution departments with the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the public at large, the average man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

108此外,虽然不到具体实施的程度,他脑子里还浮现出一个想法:为了与时代步调一致,应开拓新天地,开辟新航路。恰当的例子就是菲什加德- 罗斯莱尔航路。人们纷纷说,经交通省提出后,照例由于衙门冗繁的文牍主义,因循姑息,吊儿郎当,净是蠢才,至今仍在反复审议中。为了满足一般庶民大众旅行的需要,这里确实给布朗- 鲁宾逊公司等提供了一个积极开展事业的大好机会。

109It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the system really needed toning up, for the matter of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all, hang it, they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of venue after the grind of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which there was a steamtram, but also farther away from the madding crowd in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long as it didn't come down, and in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the lastnamed locality was not easily getatable so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be considering the signal benefits to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the spring when young men's fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodation left much to be desired. Interesting to fathom it seemed to him from a motive of curiosity, pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card, picture, and passed it along to Stephen.


110—I seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added, the chinks does.


111Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the globetrotter went on, adhering to his adventures.


112—And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his back. Knife like that.


113Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.


114—In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. Prepare to meet your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.


115His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.


116—That's a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto.

116“这可是好钢啊,”他又重复了一遍,一边端详着那把令人生畏的短刀 。

117After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.


118—They're great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using knives.


119At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the strictly entre nous variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face which was really a work of art, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very!


120There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the card with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloom, so far as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well as yesterday, roughly some score of years previously in the days of the land troubles, when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was just turned fifteen.


121—Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.


122The request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape.


123—Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.


124The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay or no.


125—Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but he failed to do so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the sawdust, and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.


126—What year would that be about? Mr B interrogated. Can you recall the boats?


127Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering:


128—I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time.


129Tired seemingly, he ceased. His questioner perceiving that he was not likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe, suffice it to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed, it covered fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly what it meant to rule the waves. On more than one occasion, a dozen at the lowest, near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviously at it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under, well, not exactly under, tempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no secret about it at all. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to show how people usually contrived to load that sort of onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a highly laudable institution to which the public at large, no matter where living inland or seaside, as the case might be, having it brought home to them like that should extend its gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland expects that every man and so on and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to capsize at any moment, rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say stormy, weather.

129他面呈倦容,闭上了嘴。发问者看出,从这样一个狡猾的老家伙嘴里是打听不出什么来的,就开始呆呆地驰想着环绕地球的浩渺水域的事。放眼望一下地图就能明白,海洋竟占地球的四分之三。因此,他完全了解:统治海洋意味着什么。说到这里就足够了。不只一次--起码有十二次--他曾在多利蒙特的北布尔附近留意到一个被淘汰下来的老水手。此人显然无依无靠,惯常坐在堤岸边上,靠近并不一定会引起美好联想的大海,十分明显地和大海相互瞪着眼,梦想着生气勃勃的森林和鲜嫩的牧场,就像某人在某处歌唱过的那样。这使他纳闷老人为什么要这样。说不定老人曾试图亲自探索一下海洋的奥秘,于是就从地球的一端拆腾到另一端,从海面闯荡到海底--喏,说海底并不大确切--就这样撞着运气。实际上,其中绝对没有任何秘密。尽管如此,即使不细微地 进行调查,大海依然光辉灿烂地存在着这一雄辩的事实终归是无法否定的。一般总会有人大胆地违悖天意,继续航行。不过,这也仅仅表示人们通常是怎样挖空心思把此类重担转嫁给旁人。比方说,地狱这个观念也罢,彩票和保险也罢,都是同一性质的,因此,单凭这个理由,“救生艇星期日”这一组织也是值得嘉许的。广大公众不论住在内地还是海边,一旦清楚地了解了,就应该感谢水上警察署长和沿岸警备队克尽职责。因为不论什么季节,爱尔兰期待每人今天各尽自己的职责 等等。冬季有时天气恶劣,也非出发不可。他们得安排人去管缆绳,不要忘了那些爱尔兰灯船,基什的,还有旁的。随时都有可能翻船。有一次他带着女儿乘船绕过它航行。虽然还说不上是狂风暴雨的天气,倒也饱尝了恶浪翻滚的滋味。

130—There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, went ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy money.


131—What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course and in a seedy getup and a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

131“他多大啦?”一个听者问道。从侧面望去,这个人长得有点儿像市公所秘书长亨利·坎贝尔 ,给人以刚从办公室的操劳中逃出来的感觉。他当然没洗过澡,衣衫褴褛,酒糟鼻子一眼就看得出。

132—Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance, my son, Danny? He'd be about eighteen now, way I figure it.


133The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which was to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor.

133于是,斯基贝林出身的这位父亲 用双手扯开他那件灰色的--要么就是脏成发灰的衬衫,满胸脯乱挠一气,看得出上面是用中国黥墨刺的一片锚状花纹。

134—There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked, sure as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I objects to. I hate those buggers. Suck your blood dry, they does.


135Seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the mariner's hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.


136—Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow, the name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek.


137—Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.


138That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the. Someway in his. Squeezing or.


139—See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.


140And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who this time stretched over.


141—Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He's gone too. Ate by sharks after. Ay, ay.


142He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.


143—Neat bit of work, one longshoreman said.


144—And what's the number for? loafer number two queried.


145—Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.


146—Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more cheerily this time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the direction of the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was.


147And then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged end:


148—As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio.


149The face of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look, turned away on the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and, picking up from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink. His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the partially idiotic female, namely, of the lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.) and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not?

149一个戴着黑色草帽,面容憔悴,好像涂了层釉料一般的妓女从马车夫棚门口探进头来,斜眼望着。她显然是在替自己来巡风,目的不外乎是多捞几个进项。布卢姆先生简直不晓得往哪儿瞧才好。他惊慌失措,却又佯装出冷静。他马上移开视线,从桌上拿起一张出租马车车夫模样的人丢下的阿贝街报那张粉色的纸页 。他拾起报纸,端详着纸页的粉色。可又自问为什么是粉色的呢?他之所以这么做,是因为这时他认出站在门口的就是头天下午在奥蒙德码头上瞥见的同一张脸。换句话说,也就是小巷子里那个半白痴的女人。她认得跟你在一起的那位穿棕色衣衫的太太(布太太),并且问有没有衣服让她洗。而且,为什么又要提洗衣服的事儿呢?这一点好像有些含糊 。

150Your washing. Still candour compelled him to admit he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink (hers were, that is) if they really loved him, that is to say, love me, love my dirty shirt. Still just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female's room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door with a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly all there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then there was no more of her.

150你那些要洗的衣服。然而,为人坦率的他不得不承认,住在霍利斯街的时候,他曾为老婆洗过穿脏了的贴身衣裤,女人们要是真爱一个男人的话,也会愿意并且动手替他洗那些同样用比尤利- 德雷珀 制造的不褪色墨水写上姓名首字(她的就是用这个牌子的墨水写的)的衣服。也就是说,爱我的话,就连我的脏衣服也爱吧。但是眼下他正感到焦虑不安。与其让这女人陪伴他,他更希望她离开。所以,当老板做了个粗鲁的手势打发她离开时,他由衷地松了口气。他隔着《电讯晚报》上端瞥了一眼她那张出现在门边的脸。她呆滞地龇牙咧嘴笑着,说明她有些心不在焉。她饶有兴趣地打量着围观船老大墨菲那特有的水手胸脯的人们,接着,她就消失了踪影。

151—The gunboat, the keeper said.


152—It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Still no matter what the cause is from...


153Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking:


154—In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.

154“在这个国家里,某些人卖出去的东西远比她所曾卖过的要多,而且还大有赚头。不用怕那些出售肉体、没有力量收买灵魂的人们。 她可不擅长做生意。她贵买贱卖。”

155The elder man, though not by any manner of means an old maid or a prude, said it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be put a stop to instanter to say that women of that stamp (quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject), a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing, he could truthfully state, he, as a paterfamilias, was a stalwart advocate of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort, he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

155那个年长的人尽管并不是个老处女或假正经,却说道:这号女人(在这个问题上,他丝毫不曾囿于老处女式的洁癖)是无法避免的危害,可是有关当局既不发给她们执照,又不要求她们做体检,真是可耻极了,必须即刻 加以纠正。说实在的,关于这一问题,自己作为一家之父 ,从一开始就坚决主张这么做。他说,谁要是制定了这样一个方针,并彻底地诉之于舆论,就必然会使一切有关的人都受惠无穷。

156—You as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup. I believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?


157Thus cornered, Stephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could say:


158—They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from all I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.


159Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining:


160—Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Rontgen did or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time Galileo was the man, I mean, and the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.

160“‘单一’ ?我不认为这是个恰当的字眼。当然喽,我勉强承认,人们极偶然地会遇上一个单纯的灵魂。但是我迫切地想举的是这样一个例子:伦琴所发明的射线,或是像爱迪生那样发明望远镜;不,我相信比他还早,我指的那个人是伽利略。那样一种发明可了不起呀。比方说,同样的话也适用于像电这样范围很广的自然现象的法则。但是倘若你相信超自然的天主的存在,那就完全是另一码事啦。”

161—O that, Stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.


162On this knotty point however the views of the pair, poles apart as they were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed.


163—Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his original point with a smile of unbelief. I'm not so sure about that. That's a matter for everyman's opinion and, without dragging in the sectarian side of the business, I beg to differ with you in toto there. My belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrote them like Hamlet and Bacon, as, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course I needn't tell you. Can't you drink that coffee, by the way? Let me stir it. And take a piece of that bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still no-one can give what he hasn't got. Try a bit.

163“已经证明了吗?”两个人中间经验较丰富的那位固执己见,反驳道,“我就不大相信这一点。这是大家都有争论余地的问题;其中的宗派方面就不去牵涉了,请容许我跟你持截然相反 的看法。坦率他说句老实话,我相信,这些鸡零狗碎多半都是僧侣们所捏造出来的。最大的可能性就是把有关我们那位国民诗人的大问题重新提出来,诸如培根乃是《哈姆莱特》的作者,那些剧本归根结蒂是谁执笔的等疑问。当然喽,你对你的莎士比亚远比我熟悉多了,我也就无需告诉你什么啦。顺便问一句:这咖啡你喝得下去吗?我替你搅和一下。再吃一片甜面包。这就像是咱们的船老大运来的砖伪装的。不过,谁也拿不出他根本没有的东西。尝一点儿吧。”

164—Couldn't, Stephen contrived to get out, his mental organs for the moment refusing to dictate further.


165Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and lucrative) work. To be sure it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay did a world of good, shelters such as the present one they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower orders. On the other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had been prominently associated with it at one time, a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, of all eatables seemed to him more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved.

165俗谚说得好:吹毛求疵是不道德的。布卢姆先生寻思,还不如去搅和或试图搅和那凝在杯底儿的糖疙瘩呢。他抱着近似刻薄的态度琢磨着咖啡宫 以及它所从事的戒酒(而且利润很大的)生意。其目的确实是合理合法的,无可争议,禆益良多。他们目前所在的这种马车夫棚也是本着戒酒这一方针经营的,并且在夜间特为流浪者们开业。这跟有资格的人士为下层庶民所举办的音乐会、戏剧晚会、有益的讲演(免费入场)是同一性质的。另一方面,他怀着痛楚清清楚楚地回忆起,当年咖啡宫对他的妻子玛莉恩。特威迪夫人的钢琴演奏所付的报酬是何等微薄,而有个时期她对咖啡宫的营业起过举足轻重的作用。他深深相信,咖啡宫的宗旨本来就是行善盈利两不误,何况它并没有什么值得一提的竞争对手。他记得曾读过一篇报道,说某处一家廉价饮食店的干豌豆是用有毒的硫酸铜SO4 或是什么东西染过的。然而想不起时间和地点了。不管怎样,看来对一切食品都必须进行检查,卫生检查乃是当务之急。蒂比尔博士的“维牌可可”之所以成了抢手货,多半还是由于它附有医学分析表呢。

166—Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being stirred.


167Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up by the handle and took a sip of the offending beverage.


168—Still it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but regular meals as the sine qua non for any kind of proper work, mental or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.

168“不过,这仍不失为固体食品,”对他有好影响的这个人劝告说,“我是固体食品的信奉者。一点儿也不贪吃,独一无二的理由是:不论从事任何脑力还是体力的正常劳动,这都是不可缺少的条件 。你应该多吃些固体食品。你就会感觉自己换了个人。”

169—Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

169“流质食品我倒是能吃,”斯蒂芬说,“可是劳驾把那把刀子挪开吧。我一看刀尖就受不了。它使我想起罗马史 。”

170Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.


171—Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom apropos of knives remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Look at him.

171“我们共同的朋友 的故事就跟他本人一样,”布卢姆先生从刀子又顺便低声对他的心腹朋友说,“你认为那些是真实的吗?他可以通宵达旦一连几个钟头地编造那些奇谈,谎话连篇。瞧他那个样儿!”

172Yet still though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.


173He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though a wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to baldness, there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He might even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he told, as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

173在这期间,布卢姆正审视着眼前这个人。自从盯上他后,布卢姆一直对他做着歇洛克·福尔摩斯式的侦察。此人虽然已经有点儿歇顶了,却保养有方,精力充沛;但是神情有些诡谲,令人想到会不会是个刑满出狱者。用不着费多大脑筋就能把这样一个看来怪诞不经的人物跟拆麻絮或踏车 联系起来。说不定杀死那个对手的就是他本人哩。假定他讲的就是他本人的案子,谈起来却仿佛是旁人的事一般。换句话说,他自己把那个人杀掉了,将四五个年头的大好时光消磨在讨厌的狱中。关于用上文中所描述过的那种戏剧性的方式赎了自己罪愆的安东尼奥这个人物(这与我们的国民诗人笔下的同名剧中人物 毫无关系),就不去提了。另一方面,他或许只不过是在那里瞎吹一通。如果是这样,倒还情有可原,因为任何一个老水手要是曾经跨越大洋航行过,一旦遇上地地道道的傻瓜,即都柏林居民,就像那些等着听外国奇闻的马车夫,都会情不自禁地吹起牛来,说什么“赫斯佩勒斯”号 三桅纵帆船啦,等等。归根结蒂,一个人关于自己所说的瞎话,同旁人对他所编造的弥天大谎相比之下,恐怕就算不上什么了。

174—Mind you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with. Giants, though that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella the midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged, they couldn't straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline of the sinews or whatever you like to call them behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up, being adored as gods. There's an example again of simple souls.


175However reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures (who reminded him a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the management in the Flying Dutchman, a stupendous success, and his host of admirers came in large numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of any sort, phantom or the reverse, on the stage usually fell a bit flat as also did trains) there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary that stab in the back touch was quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in little Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline persuasion of others at night so as to have a good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.

175然而布卢姆先生又把话题扯回到朋友辛伯达 那可怕的历险上去。(辛伯达使他多少联想到路德维希--别名莱德维希。当迈克尔·冈恩经营欢乐剧场时,路德维希主演《漂泊的荷兰人》 获得巨大成功,爱慕他的观众蜂拥而至,个个都只是为了听听他的声音。尽管不论是不是幽灵船,一旦搬上舞台,就跟火车一样,通常会变得有点儿单调了。)他承认那位水手所讲的本质上没有什么相互矛盾的地方。相反地,从背后捅一刀倒颇像是意大利佬的手法。不过,他仍然愿意坦率地承认,库姆街附近的小意大利那些卖各种炸土豆片的自不用说,还有卖冰淇淋的和卖炸鱼的,也都不喝酒,是些勤勤恳恳、省吃俭用的人们。不过,他们也许太喜欢趁着夜间随手乱逮属于旁人的有益无害的猫 族了。还把他或者她那不可或缺的 大蒜抄了来,好在第二天人不知鬼不晓地饱餐一顿带汁的佳肴,并且还说:“来得真便宜。”

176—Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.

176“就拿西班牙人来说吧,”他接下去说,“他们容易感情用事,像魔鬼一样急躁,动辄就用私刑,拔出下腹部所佩尖刀嗖的一下就清算你的一生 。这都是那炎热的气候所造成的。说起来,我内人就是个西班牙人,那就是说,有一半西班牙血统。实际上,只要她愿意,她眼下就能够取得西班牙国籍,因为她出生于西班牙(就法律而言),即直布罗陀。她是西班牙型的。肤色浅黑,头发是通常那种黑色,眼珠子乌黑。我确实相信人的性格决定于气候。所以我才问,你是不是曾用意大利语写过诗。”

177—The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed with, were very passionate about ten shillings. Roberto ruba roba sua.

177“门外头那帮暴躁的家伙,”斯蒂芬插嘴道,“为了十先令发起火来了。罗伯特偷了他的东西 。”

178—Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.


179—Then, Stephen said staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

179“而且,”斯蒂芬直勾勾地望着,对自己或不知在哪儿的某个听着的人说,“我们还有但丁的急性子和与之形成等腰三角形的他所爱上的波蒂纳利 小姐,还有伦纳德 和托马索·马斯蒂诺 。”

180—It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the blood of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to our meeting if I can so call it, and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. An exception here and there. Handsome yes, pretty in a way you find but what I'm talking about is the female form. Besides they have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings, it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.


181Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhat all round and then the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy of course had his own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.


182So then after that they drifted on to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her name for the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. That was the talk of the town that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the topic for the Irish Times), breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Then someone said something about the case of the s. s. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the Mona which was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona's, said he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold.

182随后,话题又转到船只因触到当特暗礁遭难的事件 上去了。失事的是那艘倒媚的挪威三桅帆船--一时谁都记不起它的名字了。那个长得确实像亨利·坎贝尔的水手终于想起来了,船名“凡尔默”号,是在布特尔斯汤岸滩触的礁,成了当年全城人的话题--艾伯特·威廉·奎尔还以此为题替《爱尔兰时报》写了一首富于独创性的极出色的佳作。碎浪花冲刷着船身,成群的人们聚在海岸上,一片混乱,一个个吓得呆立在那里。又有人提起,闷热潮湿的一天,天鹅海港的“凯恩斯夫人”号轮船被同一航线上迎面驶来的“莫纳”号撞沉,谁也不曾给他们任何援助,全体船员丧生。“莫纳”号船长说,他担心自己这艘船的缓冲舱壁会垮掉。底层仓里好像并没进水。

183At this stage an incident happened. It having become necessary for him to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat.


184—Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze.


185He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his burning interior, saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, applying its nozz1e to his lips, take a good old delectable swig out of it with a gurgling noise. The irrepressible Bloom, who also had a shrewd suspicion that the old stager went out on a manoeuvre after the counterattraction in the shape of a female who however had disappeared to all intents and purposes, could by straining just perceive him, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the piers and girders of the Loop line rather out of his depth as of course it was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose but after a brief space of time during which silence reigned supreme the sailor, evidently giving it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank.

185他拖着沉重的脚步,拙笨地慢慢走向门口,迈下马车棚外只有一磴的台阶,朝左边拐去。当他刚站起来时,布卢姆先生曾注意到,他两边兜里各露出一瓶看来是水手们喝的那种朗姆酒,为的是暗地里灌进他那灼热的胃。布卢姆先生瞧见他这会儿正四下里打量,并从兜里掏出一只瓶子,拔开或是拧开塞子,将瓶口对准嘴唇,咕嘟咕嘟地痛饮了一通,津津有味。布卢姆简直克制不住自己了。他机警地怀疑,这个老手兴许是被女人这一对抗物所吸引而出去做了一番军事演习的。然而这时那个女人实际上早已消失得无影无踪了。他定睛一看,才勉强辨认出那个灌了一肚子朗姆酒、精神随之而振的水手,正毋宁说是出神地仰望着环行线的陆桥桥墩和纵梁。当然自从他最后一次踏访,这里已大大地改建,面目一新了。看不见形影的某人或某些人把男子小便池指给他看,那是卫生委员会为了卫生而到处盖起来的。但是,过了一阵短暂的寂静之后,显然是对小便池敬而远之的水手,竟就近方便起来。他那泡舱底污水撒了好一阵子,看来迸溅到地上的声音随即惊醒了拴在那排待雇马车中一辆车上的一匹马 。

186A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the corporation stones who, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms of Morpheus, a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent form on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. He drank needless to be told and it pointed only once more a moral when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if—a big if, however—he had contrived to cure himself of his particular partiality.


187All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel of the same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.

187这当儿,在座的人们都高声为爱尔兰海运业的一蹶不振而表示痛惜。不论沿岸航线还是外国航线都一样,二者是一而二,二而一。帕尔格雷夫- 墨菲的一艘船从亚历山德拉船坞的下水台被送了出去,而那是今年唯一新造的船。果不其然,港口比比皆是,遗憾的是入港的船却一艘也没有。

188There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper said, who was evidently au fait.

188老板说,这是由于船接连失事的关系。他显然是个知情人 。

189What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask the then captain, he advised them, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that day's work, Captain John Lever of the Lever Line.

189他所要弄清楚的是:为什么那艘船竟撞在戈尔韦湾内唯一的岩礁上了呢?而一个姓沃辛顿还是什么的先生,不是刚刚提出戈尔韦港计划吗?他建议他们去问一下那艘船的船长--利弗航线的约翰。利弗船长 ,为了那天的工作,英国政府究竟给了他多少贿赂。

190—Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor, now returning after his private potation and the rest of his exertions.


191That worthy picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probably (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soir閑, boisterously trolling, like a veritable son of a seacook:


192—The biscuits was as hard as brass


193And the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.


194O, Johnny Lever!


195Johnny Lever, O!


196After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the scene and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form provided. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was he, evidently with an axe to grind, was airing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural resources of Ireland or something of that sort which he described in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on the face of God's earth, far and away superior to England, with coal in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people that paid through the nose always and gobbling up the best meat in the market and a lot more surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was a fact. You could grow any mortal thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was that colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco. Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoning, he stated crescendo with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the conversation, was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookin, he affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem England was toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland, her Achilles heel, which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achilles, the Greek hero, a point his auditors at once seized as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland. Ireland, Parnell said, could not spare a single one of her sons.

“剥山羊皮”——假定就是那位老板——显然是别有用心。他以色厉内荏的申斥口吻,就爱尔兰的天然资源问题什么的,发泄了一通牢骚。他在一席冗长的论说中描述爱尔兰是天主的地球上无与伦比的富饶国家,远远超过英国,煤炭产量丰富,每年出口的猪肉价值六百万英镑,黄油和鸡蛋则共达一千万英镑。但是英国却向爱尔兰的穷苦人民横征暴敛,强迫他们付出惊人的巨款,并把市场上最好的肉掠夺一空。另外还说了不少诸如此类夸张的话。接着,他们的谈话就转到一般的话题上,大家一致同意这是事实。“任何东西都能在爱尔兰的土壤里生长出来,”他说,“在纳文”,埃弗拉德上校还栽培出烟草来呢。难道在任何地方能找到比得上爱尔兰所产的熏猪肉吗?但是靠犯罪行为取得的不义之财不论多么庞大,”他用渐强音 蛮有把握地说——并垄断了座中的谈话——“强大的英国总有一天必然会遭到报应。破灭的日子终会到来,而且那将是有史以来最大的破灭。他断言德国人和日本佬也会俟机而动。布尔人造成了结局的开端 。英国徒有其表,已经摇摇欲坠了,最后会崩溃在爱尔兰手里。爱尔兰将是它的‘阿戏留的脚踵’。”他又就希腊英雄阿戏留那易受伤害的部位为他们做了一番解释。由于他隔着靴子指了指腱在哪儿,就完全吸引了听众的注意,从而大家也立即恍然大悟了。他奉劝每个爱尔兰人说:留在你出生的地方,为爱尔兰而工作,为爱尔兰而生活。巴涅尔说过:爱尔兰连她的一个儿子也舍不得撒手。

197Silence all round marked the termination of his finale. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed.


198—Take a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism.


199To which cold douche referring to downfall and so on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.


200—Who's the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the best admirals and generals we've got? Tell me that.


201—The Irish, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart.


202—That's right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic peasant. He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?

202“说得对,”老水手证实道,“笃信天主教的爱尔兰农民。那是咱们帝国的栋梁。你认识吉姆·马林斯 吗?”

203While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper added he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few irascible words when it waxed hotter, both, needless to say, appealing to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as they didn't indulge in recriminations and come to blows.


204From inside information extending over a series of years Mr Bloom was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for, rather concealed their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if, as time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries even though poles apart. Another little interesting point, the amours of whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in fact. And now, why? So the scene between the pair of them, the licensee of the place rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the other, obviously bogus, reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was prearranged as the lookeron, a student of the human soul if anything, the others seeing least of the game. And as for the lessee or keeper, who probably wasn't the other person at all, he (B.) couldn't help feeling and most properly it was better to give people like that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape or form, he certainly did feel and no denying it (while inwardly remaining what he was) a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political convictions (though, personally, he would never be a party to any such thing), off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south, have her or swing for her, when the husband frequently, after some words passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky mortal (he having had the pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, until it just struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the actual perpetrators of the outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient history by now and as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera, he had transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high. Like actresses, always farewell positively last performance then come up smiling again. Generous to a fault of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort, always snapping at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some l s d. in the course of his perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the Old Ireland tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the other he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.

204根据经年累月的内幕消息,布卢姆先生颇倾向于把上述见解看作是荒谬透顶的胡言乱语,嗤之以鼻;因为姑且不论他是否衷心企盼那样一种结局 ,对这一事实他总是了如指掌:除非海峡对岸的那些邻人远比他所设想的还要愚蠢,否则与其认为他们在显示实力,毋宁说是藏而不露。这种见解就跟一部分人所持的那种再过一亿年,爱尔兰岛的姊妹岛不列颠岛的煤层就将被挖掘一空这一堂吉诃德式的看法如出一辙。随着时间的推移,即便形势的发展果如所料,关于这个问题他个人至多也只能说:在这之前会接连发生无数偶然事件,对于引发这一结局将同样有着关连;尽管两国之间的分歧大得简直是南辕北辙,眼下总还是以竭力相互利用为宜。另外一个有趣的小问题(打个通俗的比方,犹如妓女和扫烟囱小伙子相好)就是爱尔兰兵替英国打仗的次数和与英国敌对的次数一样多,老实说,前者还更多一些。事到如今,又何苦来呢?这两个人,一方领有特准卖酒的执照,据传说是(或曾经是)有名的“常胜军”菲茨哈里斯;另一方显而易见是个冒牌货。双方的这场吵闹,尽管旁人丝毫并未察觉其中的花招,然而他作为一名旁观者,又身为人类心理的研究家,不由得强烈地感到,如果这是预先安排好的话,那就与好计没有什么两样了。至于这个承租人也罢,店老板也罢,多半压根儿就不是另外那个人,他(布卢姆)理所当然地不禁感到,除非你是个地地道道的头号大笨蛋,否则就绝不要去理睬这号人。在私生活中订下一条金科玉律,绝不跟他们打任何交道,更不要牵涉到其阴谋诡计中去。因为总会有偶尔冒出个达尼曼 前来行骗的可能性,像丹尼斯或彼得·凯里那样,在女王——不,现在是国王——的法庭上供出对同犯不利的证据。这种事单是想想就令人厌恶。此外,他从原则上就讨厌那种为非作歹、罪恶累累的生涯。犯罪倾向从来不曾以任何形状或形式在他内心里萌生过(尽管仍不改初衷),然而对这个基于政治信念,真正拿出勇气举刀——白晃晃的刀——的人,他的确还是怀着一腔敬慕之情,但是就他个人而言,他是决不愿意参与进去的,这跟他不愿意被卷进南国那种由于情爱而引起的族间仇杀案中去是一样的。要么拥有她,要么就为她而上绞架——这种时候,通常都是丈夫为了妻子跟那个幸运男子之间的关系(丈夫曾派人监视那两个人的行动),跟她争吵了几句。他所膜拜的人儿竟在婚后与人私通 ,结果,他用刀子把她砍伤致死。这时他忽然想起绰号“剥山羊皮”的菲茨,只不过曾经替伤害事件的真凶赶过一辆马车而已。倘若他所听到的话属实,菲茨并没有实际参加那场伏击。事实上,司法界一位权威就是这么替他辩护的,从而救了他一命。不管怎样,而今这已成了古老的故事,至于我们这位冒牌的“什么皮”,显然活得太长,早已不再为世人所垂青了。他本该寿终正寝,或者上高高的绞刑架呢。就像女演员一样,老说这是告别演出——绝对是最后一场——接着又笑眯眯地重新登台。这当然是天性喽,落落大方得过了头,完全不懂得节制什么的,总是扑过去咬骨头影儿 。同样地,他极其机敏地猜到约翰尼·利弗在码头一带徘徊的时候,想必在“老爱尔兰”酒店的融洽气氛下唱起《回到爱琳来》等曲调,散了些财。至于另外一些人,不久之前他还曾听见其中的一个说起那句隐语来着,他告诉斯蒂芬,自己是怎样简捷而有效地让那个出口不逊的人闭上嘴巴。

205—He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the whole eventempered person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew and in a heated fashion offensively. So I without deviating from plain facts in the least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his family like me though in reality I'm not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not right?

205“那傢伙不知怎么一来被惹恼了,”这位感情上虽受了严重伤害,但大体上性情还是那么平和的先生说,“是我说走了嘴,他喊我作犹太佬,口气激烈,态度傲慢无礼。于是,我就丝毫也没有背离事实,率直地告诉他说,他的天主,我指的是基督,也是个犹太人。他一家子都是,就跟我一样,其实我并不是。这话可把他难住了。温和的回答平息怒气 。人人都看到,这么一来堵得他哑口无言。我说得对吧?”

206He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to glean in a kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly.


207Ex quibus, Stephen mumbled in a noncommittal accent, their two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is or after all any other, secundum carnem.


208—Of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you must look at both sides of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, in the next house so to speak.


209—Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market.

209“值得纪念的血泊桥 之战和七分钟战役 ,斯蒂芬支持他的看法,“斯金纳巷子为一方,奥蒙德市场 为另一方。”

210Yes, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, that was overwhelmingly right. And the whole world was full of that sort of thing.


211—You just took the words out of my mouth, he said. A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely...


212All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.


213—They accuse, remarked he audibly.


214He turned away from the others who probably and spoke nearer to, so as the others in case they.


215—Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. History, would you be surprised to learn, proves up to the hilt Spain decayed when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are imbued with the proper spirit. They are practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any because you know the standard works on the subject and then orthodox as you are. But in the economic, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead America. Turks. It's in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better, at least so I think. That's the juggle on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. I'm, he resumed with dramatic force, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. That's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi patria, as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.

215“犹太人,”他像是道着旁白般地小声对斯蒂芬说,“被指控造成了毁灭。我有充分把握说,这完全不符合事实。历史——你听了这话,会不会吃惊呢?——彻底证明了当宗教法庭把犹太人从西班牙驱逐出境之后 ,那个国家就衰落了。而克伦威尔这个极其精明强干的恶棍,尽管在其他方面有不少过失,但当他让犹太人入境之后,英国就繁荣起来了 。这是怎么回事呢?因为他们讲求实际,而且这一点已经得到了检验。我不愿意放开来谈……因为你读过关于这个问题的权威之作,况且你是个正统派……撇开宗教不谈,仅就经济领域而言,神父总是招致贫困。再说到西班牙。你已经从那场战争 中看到了,并且跟充满活力的美国作了比较。至于土耳其人,那就是教义的问题啦。因为倘若不是相信死后能够直接升天堂的话,他们就更会惜命了——至少我是这么看。这是教区神父耍的花招,以便假借名义来筹款。反正我,”他怀着充满戏剧性的激情说,“就跟开头我告诉过你的那个鲁莽汉子一样,是个地地道道的爱尔兰人,而且我巴望看到每一个人,”他下结论道,“不分宗教信仰和阶级,都相应地 拥有可观的收入,能够过得舒舒服服——而且不能小里小气地,每年的进项总在三百英镑左右吧。这是个关键问题,而且不难办到,那样就可以促使人与人之间更友好地往来。不管对不对,反正这就是我对爱国的看法。咱们在母校上古典课的时候,不是一知半解地学过点儿吗?祖国所在地,日子过得好。 意思是说,只要你工作,就能在那儿过上好日子。”

216Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words the voice he heard said, if you work.

216斯蒂芬一边喝着那杯毫无味道的所谓咖啡,一边听着这番老生常谈,目光不曾特别盯视什么。自然他听得出各种词句在变换色调,就像早晨他在林森德瞧见的那些螃蟹一样,它们飞快地钻进同一片沙滩上那呈现出各种不同颜色的沙子里 。它们的窝就在沙子底下的什么地方,或者好像是那样。随后他抬头望见了说这话的那双眼睛,也许并没说,不过他听见了“只要你工作”这句话。

217—Count me out, he managed to remark, meaning work.


218The eyes were surprised at this observation because as he, the person who owned them pro tem. observed or rather his voice speaking did, all must work, have to, together.


219—I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in the widest possible sense. Also literary labour not merely for the kudos of the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays. That's work too. Important work. After all, from the little I know of you, after all the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. You have every bit as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn. Each is equally important.


220—You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sort of a half laugh, that I may be important because I belong to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short.

220“按照你的想法,”斯蒂芬半笑着说,“由于我属于圣帕特里克郊区 ,简称爱尔兰,所以我才重要吧?”

221—I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.


222—But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.


223—What belongs, queried Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Excuse me. Unfortunately, I didn't catch the latter portion. What was it you...?


224Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: 1170


225—We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.


226At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, to change the subject, looked down but in a quandary, as he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to say the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way foreign to his sober state. Probably the homelife to which Mr B attached the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the right sort of people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an air of some consternation remembering he had just come back from Paris, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the bud of premature decay and nobody to blame but themselves. For instance there was the case of O'Callaghan, for one, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected though of inadequate means, with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual denouement after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got 1190 landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be made amenable under section two of the criminal law amendment act, certain names of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains. Briefly, putting two and two together, six sixteen which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the tattoo which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house of lords because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir apparent, the other members of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy, as the law stands, was terribly down on though not for the reason they thought they were probably whatever it was except women chiefly who were always fiddling more or less at one another it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them by innuendo and give more of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of natural genius, that. With brains, sir.

226在这个妥贴的建议之下,布卢姆先生为了换换话题,就低下头去,然而大惑不解。因为他简直不晓得该怎样恰如其分地解释“属于”这个词,听上去毋宁说是有些模模糊糊。要是旁的什么谴责都会更清楚一些。不消说,由于刚才那阵狂饮,带有奇妙的辛辣味的酒气明显地上了脸,而清醒的时候他是从来也没这样过的。布卢姆先生把家庭生活看得无比重要,然而这个青年也许并没能从中完全得到满足,要么就是未能跟正经人交往的关系。身旁的青年使他感到些许不安。于是,就怀着几分惊愕悄悄地端详着这个青年,想起他刚从巴黎回来不久,尤其是那双眼睛,令人强烈地联想到他的父亲和妹妹。但这也没能解决什么问题。不管怎样,他想起几个颇有教养者的事例,纵然前程似锦,却过早地凋谢,刚萌芽就夭折了。除了他们本人,谁也怪不得。就以奥卡拉汉 。然后只好在几个朋友的帮助下躲藏起来。下都柏林堡警察厅的约翰·马伦曾露骨地暗示要对他睁一只眼闭一只眼,以避免根据刑法改正条例第二条 对他进行惩罚。被传讯者的名字照例是要提交给当局的,然而却不予公布,个中原因任何人只要稍微动动脑筋就明白了。简而言之,要是把几件事联系起来想的话,例如他断然未予理睬的6啦,16啦,安东尼奥又怎么啦,还有赛马骑师和唯美主义者以及刺青 。七十年代左右,甚至在上议院刺青都曾风行一时。因为当今在位的皇上早年还当太子的时候,十分之一的上层阶级以及其他达官显贵都一味地仿效君主。他回顾着那些声名狼藉者和头戴王冠者所犯下的一桩桩背离道德的罪过。就拿多年前发生的康沃尔事件来说吧。尽管巧妙地掩饰起来,那简直是违反自然之举。恪守法律的善良的格伦迪太太 曾对此狠狠地加以怒斥,不过,个中缘由跟他们自己所想的不大相同。妇道人家除外,她们相互间关心的总是一些无聊琐事,不外乎穿戴等等。喜欢穿有特色的紧身衣裤的太太们自不用说,每一个服饰讲究的男人也都必须通过间接的暗示来突出两性之间的差别。为了越发真正地刺激双方间的不道德行为,她就为他解开钮扣,他则替她解衣宽带,连对一根饰针也都不忽略。而那些连背荫处的气温都高达华氏九十度的荒岛上未开化的种族,对这种事一丁点儿也不在乎。话又说回来了。另一方面,也有依靠自己的能力从社会底层硬是闯进上层的呢。那凭的是天生的禀赋。先生,靠的是头脑。

227For which and further reasons he felt it was his interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could not exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the bad having in fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. Intellectual stimulation, as such, was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the world we live in especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very much under the microscope lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the common groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per column. My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman's Shelter.

227由于这一点和进一步的理由,他觉得等在此地来利用这意料之外的机会是有益的,也有义务这样做,尽管他不能确切他说出究竟是为什么。其实,他已经为此闹了几先令的亏空,还是听任自己陷了进去。不过,交上这样一位见多识广、不同凡响的朋友,所得到的报偿可谓绰绰有余了。他觉得,头脑不时地受到这样的刺激是对精神的一种最高级的滋补。再加上他们萍水相逢,一道谈论,跳舞,争吵,同这些行踪不定的老水手,夜间的流浪者们,令人眼花缭乱的一连串事件都凑在一起,构成了我们所生活的这个世界的雏形浮雕。尤其是近来对“十分之一的底层阶级”,也就是煤矿工人、潜水员、清道夫等等的生活,正做着精密的调查。他寻思,如果利用这段大好时光 把这一切见闻都记录下来,是否也能交上菲利普·博福伊先生那样的好运呢?假定他能以每栏一基尼的稿酬写点儿不落寞臼(正如他所企图的那样)的东西的话。题目就叫《我在马车夫棚里的……》——对,《体验》吧。

228The pink edition extra sporting of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a start but it turned out to be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. Great battle, Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish, 200 pounds damages. Gordon Bennett. Emigration Swindle. Letter from His Grace. William. Ascot meeting, the Gold Cup. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Marshall's dark horse Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds. New York disaster. Thousand lives lost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

228刚巧他时边就摆着一份谎言连篇的《电讯晚报》粉色版体育特辑。他重新百思不得其解地琢磨着“属于他的国家”以及在这之前的字谜:那艘船是从布里奇沃特驶来的,而明信片可又是寄给A. 布丁的,要问船长究竟有多大年纪。他边动脑子边漫无目标地扫视着属于他那专业范围的一些栏目。“我等包罗万相之父,我等望尔,今日与我,当日报纸 。”起初他有点吃惊,原来不过是有关一个名叫H. 德·拉博伊斯的打字机代理商或什么商人的报道。激战,东京 。爱尔兰式的调情,付赔偿金二百英镑 。戈登·贝纳特奖杯 。移民诈骗案 。大主教阁下威廉十来函 。“丢掉”在阿斯科特赛马会上获胜,令人联想到在一八九二年的德比马赛上,马歇尔上尉 那匹实力不明的“黑马”“雨果爵士”怎样以绝对优势一举夺标。纽约的一场灾难。一千人丧命。口蹄疫。已故帕特里克·迪格纳穆先生的丧礼。

229So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. which, he reflected, was anything but a gay sendoff. Or a change of address anyway.


230This morning (Hynes put it in of course) the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a brief illness came as a great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the deceased were present, were carried out (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny) by Messrs H. J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus B.,4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others.

230“今晨(这当然是海因斯写的喽)已故帕特里克·迪格纳穆之遗体已由沙丘纽布里奇大街九号住所移至葛拉斯涅文安葬。死者生前在本市素手众望,为人温厚,今患急病谢世,各界市民无不震惊,痛切哀悼。葬礼系由坐落于北斯特兰德街一六四号之H. J.奥尼尔父子殡仪馆所办理(这肯定是海因斯在科尼·凯莱赫的授意下写的),死者之亲朋好友咸往参加,送葬者包括:帕特里克·迪格纳穆(嗣子)、伯纳德·科里根(内弟)、律师约翰·亨利·门顿、马丁。坎宁翰、约翰·鲍尔eatondph 1/8 adordor douradora (准是为了凯斯那条广告的事儿把蒙克斯叫了去才排错的)、托马斯。卡南、西蒙·迪达勒斯、文学士[斯蒂芬·迪达勒斯]、爱德华·J.兰伯特、科尼利厄斯·T.凯莱赫、约瑟夫·麦克·海因斯、利.布姆、查·P.麦科伊、穿胶布雨衣的人以及其他数人。

231Nettled not a little by L. Boom (as it incorrectly stated) and the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M'Coy and Stephen Dedalus B. A. who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh) L. Boom pointed it out to his companion B. A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.


232—Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.


233—It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. There.


234While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. For entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander's Throwaway, b. h. by Rightaway, 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs (W. Lane) 1, lord Howard de Walden's Zinfandel (M. Cannon) z, Mr W. Bass's Sceptre 3. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). Sceptre a shade heavier, 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to the fore, got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner trained by Braime so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie. Also ran: J de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lovemaking damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get left. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though as the event turned out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.

234当对方读着第二版时,布姆(姑且就用他这个排错了的新姓氏吧)为了解闷,时而隔三跳四地读上一段第三版所载阿斯科特赛马会上第三场比赛的消息。除了副奖一千金镑,对未阉割的小公马和小母马,还外加正币三千金镑整。第一名为F. 亚历山大先生所拥有的纯种马“丢掉”;它出自“即刻”的血统,五岁,九斯通 四磅,斯莱尔产(骑手w. 莱恩)。第二名为霍华德·德·沃尔登所拥有的“馨芳葡萄酒”(骑手M. 坎农),第三名为w. 巴斯先生所拥有的“ 权杖”。在“馨芳葡萄酒”身上所下赌注为以五博四,“丢掉”为以二十博一(最高数)。“丢掉”和“馨芳葡萄酒”并肩而驰,难以预料哪匹马会赢。随后这匹没有获胜希望的“黑马”竟冲向前去,遥遥领先;在二英里半的赛程中,击败了霍华德·德·沃尔登勋爵的栗色公马和w. 巴斯先生的赤褐毛小母马。优胜马的调马师是布雷恩。这么看来,利内翰对此次马赛的估计就纯属无稽之谈了,有把握地担保说是以一马身的距离赢的,多么聪明啊。除了一千英镑,还外加正币三千英镑 整。参赛的还有J.德·布雷蒙德的马克西穆姆二世(班塔姆·莱昂斯热衷于打听这匹法国马的情况,至今它还没赢过,可是随时都可能获胜)。可以通过各种途径取得成功。调情的赔偿金。然而莱昂斯这个楞头楞脑的家伙,过于急躁,忽然改变了主意,最后赔个精光 。当然,赌博显然容易发生这样的事态。结果出来后,可怜的傻子没有多少理由来庆幸自己的选择。那原是孤注一掷。最终不过是瞎猜一气而已。

235—There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom, said.


236—Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt, said.


237One morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read: Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time after committee room no 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to point a finger at him. Then they would all to a man have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses. Dead he wasn't. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.

237一天早晨打开报纸一看,马车夫蛮有把握他说,上面会登着《巴涅尔回国》这么一篇报道。他们愿意拿什么跟他赌都成。一天晚上,有个都柏林步兵连队的士兵到这个棚子里来了,说他曾经在南非看到过巴涅尔。他的命就葬送在自尊心上了。出了第十五号委员室那档子事 之后,他本该要么自杀,要么就去隐蔽一个时期,直到恢复正常,再也没有人能够指责他为止。等他一旦恢复了理智,他们个个就都会前来在他跟前下跪,央求他复职。他并没有死。只不过是潜伏在什么地方呢。他们运来的灵柩 装满了石头。他改名换姓,成了布尔将军德威特。他跟教会的僧侣们斗 ,那是失策了,等等。

238All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it was twenty odd years. Highly unlikely of course there was even a shadow of truth in the stones and, even supposing, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Something evidently riled them in his death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to change his boots and clothes-after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he eventually died of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at an end or quite possibly they were distressed to find the job was taken out of their hands. Of course nobody being acquainted with his movements even before there was absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart so the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally then it would prey on his mind as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was and a commanding figure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, though they weren't even a patch on the former man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay, and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come back. That haunting sense kind of drew you. To show the understudy in the title r鬺e how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what's bred in the bone. Still as regards return. You were a lucky dog if they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And then, number one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat's name to the best of his recollection he, the heir, went down in as the evidence went to show and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it, as he might very easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then, when got up to tally with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, my name is So and So or some such commonplace remark. A more prudent course, as Bloom said to the not over effusive, in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have been to sound the lie of the land first.

238不管怎样,布卢姆(还是用他的正式姓氏吧)对他们这些回忆感到相当吃惊,因为十之八九都是些用成桶的焦油泄愤的问题 ,况且不只一桩,而是好几千起,又过了二十多年,早已经遗忘殆尽。至于“石头”的说法,那当然更是捕风捉影了。即便有这么回事,考虑到各方面的情况,他也绝不会认为回国是妥善之举。巴涅尔之死显然使他们悲愤不已。要么是因为正当他的各种政治计划臻于完成的节骨眼儿上,却因患急性肺炎而一命呜呼;要么就是因为像大家所风闻的,他浑身淋得精湿之后疏忽了,没有换靴子和衣服,因而患了感冒。他又没请专科医生诊治,却把自己关在屋里,终于不出两周就在世人的惋惜中死去了。要么也十分有可能是由于他们发现这么一来自己手中的工作就被剥夺了,因而灰心丧气。当然,就连他在这之前的活动也无人知晓,关于他的行踪,丝毫没有线索。即使在他开始使用福克斯啦、斯图尔特等等化名之前,就已完全是“艾丽斯,你在那里?”式的了。因此,他的马车夫朋友所散布的那些话,也未尝不可能哩。毫无疑问,他天生是位领袖人材,回国的念头自自然然地会折磨着他。他仪表堂堂,身高六英尺……脱了鞋起码也还有五英尺十或十一英寸。而某人以及某某人等 不但跟这样一位前任比起来有云泥之差,而在旁的方面又无可弥补,却飞扬跋扈。他们这位偶像的脚是泥土做的 ,实在是个痛切的教训。从此,原来在他周围的那七十二名忠实的支持者就互相诬蔑诽谤起来,所使用的手法与凶手没有两样。请你务必回来——萦绕心头的思乡之情在吸引着你——并让那些临时替角看看正角的演技吧。就在他们砸毁《不可压制报)——也许是《爱尔兰联合报》 吧——的活字盘那个场合,布卢姆曾交了个好运:见到过巴涅尔一次。他衷心感谢自己有此荣幸。事实是,当巴涅尔的大礼帽被击落后,布卢姆把它捡起,递了过去。尽管上述小小灾难使巴涅尔功亏一篑 ,他依旧神色坦然;不过,内心无疑是激动的,还是说了声。“谢谢你”——这是出于渗透到他骨子里的习性。至于回国嘛,要是你刚一回来他们没有马上嗾使骾狗跟踪你,你就算幸运了。接着,照例会发生一连串纠缠不清的事儿:诸如汤姆赞成你而迪克和哈里反对你之类。于是,首先就得对付目前的财产占有者,必须拿出自己的各种身分证件,就像蒂奇伯恩案中的被告那样。名字叫罗杰. 查尔斯·蒂奇伯恩。据他所知,嗣子所乘的那艘沉船名叫“贝拉”号,后来也得到了证实;身上还有黥墨呢,贝柳勋爵,对吗?这位原告很容易就能从同船的哪个伙伴口中东拼西凑地打听出些细节。一旦做到能自圆其说,不至于露出破绽,就自我介绍说“对不起,我名叫某某”,或是这类套话。“更谨慎的做法是,”布卢姆先生对身旁那个人说,他喜怒哀乐不形于色,事实上挺像他们所正议论着的那位显赫人物,“首先得摸清事物的来龙去脉。”

239—That bitch, that English whore, did for him, the shebeen proprietor commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.


240—Fine lump of a woman all the same, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. She loosened many a man's thighs. I seen her picture in a barber's. The husband was a captain or an officer.


241—Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he was and a cottonball one.


242This gratuitous contribution of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. As regards Bloom he, without the faintest suspicion of a smile, merely gazed in the direction of the door and reflected upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the time when the facts, to make matters worse, were made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them full of sweet nothings. First it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to a climax and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering blow came as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed, however, who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing was public property all along though not to anything like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into. Since their names were coupled, though, since he was her declared favourite, where was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file from the housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroom which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same fashion, a fact the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was it was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch, with nothing in common between them beyond the name, and then a real man arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the usual sequel, to bask in the loved one's smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial, needless to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there happens to be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Poser. Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a high order, as compared with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an individual in the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate) and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his own peculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done yeoman service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of dream. And then coming back was the worst thing you ever did because it went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a locality he had not been in for quite a number of years looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side. North or south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds.

242这样一个滑稽人物无端地冒到话题中来,四下里引起一片哄笑声。至于布卢姆,他连一丝笑意也没有。他只是定晴望着门口,回忆着当时曾唤起不同寻常的好奇心的那桩历史事件。连双方交换的那些通篇是甜蜜空话的一封封情书也被公诸于世,以致使事态更加恶化。 起初他们的确是纯精神的恋爱,后来出于生理本能,二人就发生了关系,逐渐达到高潮,成为街头巷尾的话题。最后就是那个致命打击的到来。对于为数不少的居心险恶、执意要使他垮台的人们来说,那可是个求之不得的消息。此事一直是个公开的秘密,然而并没有达到后来渲染成的那样耸人听闻的程度。既然他们二人的名字已经连结在一起,既然她已经公开承认他是她的心上人,还有什么必要从房顶上来向民众宣布呢?这里指的是他和她同床共寝过的事。当这件事在证人席上经过宣誓被公布出来时,座无虚席的法庭上是一片紧张气氛,所有在场的人都为之震动了。证人们宣誓后说,他们曾目睹他在某月某日身穿睡衣靠一把梯子从楼上一间屋子里爬了出来,他是用同一方式爬进去的。此事张扬出去之后,使几家周刊着实发了一笔横财。其实这案情很简单,不过是做丈夫的未能尽到责任。他们夫妻之间除却名义之外,别无任何共同点。这时,走来一个真正的男子汉,强壮得几乎成了其弱点。此人为妖妇的魅力所迷惑,就忘记了家庭的羁绊。通常的结局是:沐浴在所爱之人的微笑中。不消说,永远存在于夫妇生活中的那个问题就出现了。倘若插进了一个第三者,夫妻之间还能有真正的爱情吗?[难题。]然而要是这个男子在一股痴情的推动下对她怀起满腔爱情,又与公众何干?与另外那个预备役陆军军官(即轻骑兵,说得确切些,第十八骑兵队的一员;是“再见吧,我豪侠的上尉”那样一种极其平庸的类型)相形之下,他确实是位男子大丈夫中的杰出楷模,加以禀赋极高,更是相得益彰。毫无疑问,他(这里指的是已垮台的领袖,而不是另外那个人)有着独特的火暴性子,而她作为一个女人,当然一眼就看得出,并认为惟其如此,他才名扬天下。正当大功即将告成之际,全体司铎、牧师 ,往昔那些坚定可靠的拥护者,以及他所爱护过的被剥夺了土地的佃户们——他曾在本国乡村以超过其任何乐观期望的劲头替这些佃户辩护,勇往直前为之效劳,而这些人却为了婚姻问题一举把他搞垮,犹如把炭火堆在他的头上,简直就像寓言中那头被踢上一脚的驴而今回顾一下往事,追想事情的整个经过,一切都恍如一场梦。至于回来,那更是你毕生最大的失策,因为那样你自然会感到事过境迁,形势起了变化。布卢姆先生回忆,自从他搬到北边去住,看来爱尔兰区岸滩这一带好像有些不同了。北也罢,南也罢,纯粹是那曾经引起激情的案子使形势大大逆转。那个女的也是西班牙人,或有一半西班牙血统;也是那种一不做二不休的人,一味听任南国的热情肆意奔放,一切脸面礼仪统统弃之不顾。这刚好证实了他正说着的话。

243—Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing bosom said to Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I don't greatly mistake she was Spanish too.


244—The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many.

244“西班牙国王的女儿 ,”斯蒂芬回答说,又乱七八糟地补充了几句:什么“西班牙葱头们,你们好,再见”,“第一片国土叫作‘空酒瓶’”,“从拉姆岬角到锡利有多少”什么的。

245—Was she? Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not astonished by any means, I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there, it was as she lived there. So, Spain.

245“她是吗?”布卢姆叫了一声,并未感到震惊,只不过出其不意而已。“我可从来没听说过这个传闻。不过有可能,尤其是她在那儿住过 嘛。这就是西班牙。”

246Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him by the by of that Cap l street library book out of date, he took out his pocketbook and, turning over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he.


247—Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?


248Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano on the rest of which was In Old Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution.


249—Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about ninety six. Very like her then.


250Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his 1440 legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a singer having even made her bow to the public when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not do justice to her figure which came in for a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantage in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general developmentally because, as it so happened, no later than that afternoon he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry, all the rest. Yes, puritanisme, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no photo could because it simply wasn't art in a word.

250他挨着这位青年,一道审视这位如今已成为他的正式妻子的女人的照片,并且坦率地告诉他说:她是布赖恩·特威迪鼓手长的女儿,很有教养,从小就对声乐有非凡的素质,刚刚芳龄二八 就登台同听众见面。至于容貌,照片上倒是把表情照得栩栩如生,只是身姿方面却委屈了她。平素她是极为引人注目的,但是这样一装扮,她的身段就没有充分显示出来。他说,那一次她要是拍幅全身照,就更上相了,丰满的曲线自不在话下。他除了本行之外,对艺术也沾点边,有时从发展方面看妇女的体态,因为头天下午,他在国立博物馆刚巧看到了作为完美艺术作品的希腊雕像。可以用大理石把原物如实地再现出来;肩膀,背,整个形体的匀称美。其余的一切呢,是啊,就像清教徒那么拘谨。大理石就是这样的。凭着至尊的圣若瑟发誓……然而那是任何照片也无法做到的,因为一句话,那根本不是艺术。

251The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Though it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after storm. And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, and looked away thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better in fact with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses (sic) in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.

251他在兴头儿上,颇想学学水手的好榜样,借口要……把照片稍微撂上几分钟,听任它发挥魅力,那么对方就可以独自陶醉于对美人儿的欣赏中了。尽管照相机丝毫未能充分再现她的舞台形象,然而说实在的,就它本身而言,也颇足以饱观赏者的眼福了。但是作为一个文化人,这会儿离座简直不符合礼节,今天晚上舒适暖和,然而就季节而论,又十分凉爽,因为一场暴雨之后,阳光……这当儿他感到一种需求,好像有个内在的声音,要他学着样儿出去走动走动,满足一下可能的欲望。尽管如此,他依然端坐在那里,瞅着那张丰满的曲线起了皱折、稍带点污迹的照片,然而它并未由于陈旧而变得逊色。为了不至于进一步增添对方在掂掇她那隆起的丰腴 胸脯的匀称美时可能感到的窘迫,他体贴入微地把视线移开了。事实上,那一点点污迹反而添加了魅力,就像稍微脏了一点的亚麻布就跟崭新的一样好,不,由于上面那层浆没有了,毋宁说是比新的还强得多。倘若他……的时候她出去了呢?“我在找那盏灯,她告诉我说”,这句歌词 浮现到他的脑际。但这个念头只是一闪而过,因为此刻他又回想起早晨那张凌乱的床铺等等,以及写着“遇见了他尖头胶皮管”(原话)的那本关于鲁碧的书。 它恰好掉在卧室用尿盆旁边了,对原书作者林德利·穆雷,可说是不恭之至。

252The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated, distingu?/i> and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the pick of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had it in him yet you would. Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you like, it was though at the moment she was distinctly stouter. And why not? An awful lot of makebelieve went on about that sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole business. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between the two so that their names were coupled in the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King's proctor tries to show cause why and, he failing to quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as for that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on the historic fracas when the fallen leader's, who notoriously stuck to his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery, (leader's) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the Insuppressible or no it was United Ireland (a by no means by the by appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or something like that all on account of some scurrilous effusions from the facile pens of the O'Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Though palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their vast discomfiture that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap's elbow in the crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomach, fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell's) a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir, though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.

252他呆在这青年身边,的确感到高兴。受过教育,风度高雅,而且还容易感情用事,是他们那群人当中的尖子。不过,你不会想到他有这方面的……不,你是会想到的。何况他还说照片蛮好看。不论谁怎么说,就是好看,尽管现在她明显地发福了。可那又有什么不好呢?关于那类事件,流传着大量莫须有的胡说八道,给当事人的一生带来污名。报纸上硬说某某高尔夫球职业选手或新近在舞台上红起来的明星有什么暧昧行为。对夫妻间司空见惯的纠纷,不是公正诚实地报道其真相,却照例添枝加叶、耸人听闻地渲染一番:他们怎样命中注定相遇的,又怎样相爱上的,从而使两人的名字在公众心目中被联系起来。连他们的信件都拿到法庭上去宣读,满纸都是通常那些感伤的、有失体面的语句,使他们没有开脱的余地。说明了他们在一家著名的海滨旅馆每周公开同居两三次,按正常趋势他们的关系越来越亲密了。随后就是非绝对的离婚判决,代诉人试图提出反对的理由,但未能推翻原判,非绝对的遂成为绝对的。至于那两个行为不端者就彼此沉溺在爱恋中,漠然无视这一判决。最后此案被交到事务律师手里,他代理受到不利的判决的当事者按照程序递上一份诉状。当他(布) 沐浴在挨近爱琳的无冕之王这一光荣中时,这一事件和那桩历史性骚动同时发生了。那位垮了台的领袖——众所周知,即便在被加上通奸的污名之后,他也依然坚守阵地,绝未退让;直到(领袖的)十名或十二名,也许更多的忠实支持者闯进《不可压制报》,不,是《爱尔兰联合报》(顺便说一句,这决不能说是个恰切的名称)的印刷车间,用铁锤还是什么家伙把活字盘砸毁了。这完全是由于一向以诬蔑诽谤为能事的奥布赖恩派的蹩脚记者摇着轻浮的笔杆编了那些下流谗言,对他们原先的民众领袖的私人品德任意进行诋毁中伤所造成的。尽管一眼就看得出他简直完全换了个人,可依然保持着凛然的气概。衣着虽然还像往日那样随随便便,他的眼神却显示出坚定的意志,使那些优柔寡断者感受很深。他们把他捧上宝座后,才发现他们的偶像那双脚是泥土做的,从而大为狼狈。反正她是头一个发觉这一点的。那是到处发生骚动,情绪格外激烈的时期,布卢姆被卷进聚集在那里的人群。有个家伙用肘部狠狠地戳了他的心窝一下,幸而不严重。他(巴涅尔)的帽子冷不防被碰掉了,看到这副情景并在混乱中拾起帽子以便还给他的正是布卢姆(而且飞快地递还给他了)。这是确凿的历史事实。巴涅尔气喘吁吁,光着头,当时他的心已飞到距帽子不知多少英里以外。敢情,这位先生生来就是注定要为祖国豁出命去干的。说实在的,首先就是为了荣誉而献身干事业的。他幼小时在妈妈腿上被灌输的周全礼节已渗透到他骨子里,这当儿突然显示出来。他转过身去,朝递给他帽子的那位十分镇定 地说了声:“谢谢你,先生。”当天早晨布卢姆也曾经提醒过律师界一位名流 ,他头上的帽子瘪了。巴涅尔的声调可跟那人大不一样。历史本身重复着,但反应并不尽同。那是在他们参加一位共同朋友的葬礼,完成了把他的遗体埋入墓穴这桩可怕的任务,并让他孤零零地留在荣光中 之后。

253On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes of the cabman and so on who passed it all off as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial moment in a loving position locked in one another's arms, drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either that man or men in the plural were always hanging around on the waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded life and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no doubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.

253另一方面,他在内心深处更感到愤慨的是出租马车夫之流恬不知耻地开的玩笑。他们把整个事件当成笑料,肆无忌惮地放声大笑,装作对事情的来龙去脉了如指掌,其实他们心里糊里糊涂。这本来纯粹是两个当事人的问题,除非那位合法的丈夫收到密探的一封匿名信,说是就在那两人相互亲昵地紧紧搂抱着的关键时刻,给他撞上了,从而就促使那位丈夫去留意他们那暖昧关系,导致家庭骚乱。犯了过错的妇人跪下来向当家的告饶,只要这位受了损害的丈夫肯对此事抱宽恕态度,既往不咎,她就答应今后与那人断绝关系,再也不接受他的访问。她热泪盈眶,然而兴许长着一张标致脸蛋儿的她,同时还偷偷吐舌头呢,因为很可能还有旁的好几位哩。他这个人是有怀疑癖的,他相信,并且毫不犹豫地断言:天下即便有贤妻,而夫妻间又处得十分融洽,也仍会有一个或几个男人,总是依次守候在她周围,缠住不放。而一旦她怠慢了自己的本分,对婚姻生活感到厌倦,就会心生邪念,骚动不宁起来,于是她卖弄风情,招惹男人们,到头来就会移情于旁人。于是,年近四十而风韵犹存的有夫之妇与年纪比自己轻的男子之间就艳闻 频传了,毫无疑问,好几起有名的女子痴情事例都证实了这一点。

254It was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of brains as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with a nice dose to last him his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim ladies' society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest possible doubts, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he would find much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea and the company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi or triweekly with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him house and homeless, rooked by some landlady worse than any stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things he popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years the other's senior or like his father but something substantial he certainly ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing that, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

254万分遗憾的是,那些头脑有幸生得灵敏的年轻人(坐在他身边的显然就是其中的一位),竟然把宝贵的光阴浪费在淫荡女人身上,说不定她还会赠给他一份足够他享用一辈子的梅毒哩。这位幸运的单身汉有朝一日遇上相般配的小姐,就会娶她作妻子。到那时为止,与女人交往倒也是个不可或缺的条件 。他丝毫不想为弗格森小姐(促使他凌晨来到爱尔兰区的,极可能就是这位特定的“北极星”哩)的事盘问斯蒂芬什么。尽管他十分怀疑斯蒂芬能够从诸如此类的事中得到由衷的满足:沉湎于少男少女式的谈情说爱啦,同只会嘻嘻嘻地傻笑、身上一文不名的小姐每周幽会上两三次啦,照老一套的程序相互恭维,外出散步,又是鲜花又是巧克力地走上亲密的情侣之路。考虑到他既没有棲身之所,又没有亲人,钱财都被一个比任何后妈都更歹毒的房东大娘榨骗了去;以他这个年龄而言,确实糟糕透了。他抽冷子脱口而出的那些奇谈怪论牵动着比他年长若干岁或几乎可以做他父亲的布卢姆的心。然而他的确应该吃点儿富于营养的东西:在牛奶这一母亲般的纯粹滋补品中搀上鸡蛋,做成蛋酒,要不就吃家常的白水煮鸡蛋也好嘛。

255—At what o'clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.


256—Some time yesterday, Stephen said.


257—Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow Friday. Ah, you mean it's after twelve!


258—The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.


259Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence Bloom reflected. Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously when he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance when the evicted tenants question, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, it goes without saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn't exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle at all events was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion (a partiality, however, which, realising his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though, so far as politics themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.

259这个消息简直使布卢姆感到惊愕,他陷入沉思。虽然他们并不是对样样事情意见都一致,两人不知怎地却有个共同点,好像两颗心行驶在同一条思考的轨道上。大约二十年前,就在小伙子这个年龄上,他也曾一头扎进过政治。当鹿弹福斯特 在台上的年月里,他对议员这一显赫职务抱着近似向往的态度。他还记起,自己也曾对那些同样的过激思想暗自怀有敬意(这本身就是巨大的满足的源泉)。比方说,佃户被迫退租的问题当时刚刚冒头,引起民众极大的关注。不用说,他本人连分文也不曾捐赠给这一运动,而且其纲领也并非完全没有漏洞。他不能把信念绝对地寄托在上面。他认为佃户拥有耕作权符合当代舆论的趋势,起初作为一种主义他全面地赞成;及至发现弄错了,就部分地纠正了自己的偏见。由于他竟然比到处游说耕者应有其田的迈克尔·达维特的过激意见甚至还进了一步,从而遭到嘲笑。正因为如此,当这帮人聚在巴尼·基尔南酒馆露骨地讽刺他时,他才那么强烈地感到愤慨。尽管他经常遭到严重的误解,再重复一遍,他仍不失为最不喜欢吵架的人。然而他却一反平素的习惯,(打个比喻来说)朝着对方的肚子给了一拳。就政治而言,他对双方相互充满敌意的宣传与招摇所必然导致的伤害事件及其不可避免的结果——主要是给优秀青年带来不幸与苦恼——一句话,对适者灭亡的原则理解得再透彻不过

260Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for one, as it was, it was high time to be retiring for the night. The crux was it was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed unknown) with a lame paw (not that the cases were either identical or the reverse though he had hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he very distinctly remembered, having been there, so to speak. On the other hand it was altogether far and away too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives. Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered. His initial impression was he was a shade standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn't what you call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worried him was he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to put coin in his way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that merry old soul, the grasswidower in question who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a few days to come, alternately racking their feelings (the mermaids') with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew. People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Your god was a jew. Because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the county Sligo.

260不管怎样,既然已快到凌晨一点了,权衡利弊,早该回家睡觉了。难题在于把他带回家去多少要冒点风险(某人 有时会发脾气),可能闹得一团糟,就像他一时冒失,把一条狗(品种不详)带回翁塔利奥高台街去的那个晚上一样。记得非常清楚,因为刚好在场。狗的一只前爪破了(倒不是说二者情况相同或不同,尽管这位青年也有一只手受了伤)。另一方面,如果建议他到沙丘或沙湾去呢,那又太远,时间也太迟了。二者之间究竟该选哪个,他倒有点儿无所适从了。经过全盘考虑之后,得出的结论是:对他来说,就应该充分利用这个机会。斯蒂芬给他的最初印象是对他有点儿冷淡,不大吐露心迹,但是不知怎地,他越来越被对方所吸引了。举例来说,当你向这个青年提个什么打算时,他决不会欣然接受,而使布卢姆焦虑的是,即使自己有个建议,也不晓得该怎样把话题转到那上面,或怎样确切地措词,诸如:倘若容许自己在据认为适当的时候为对方贴补点儿零用钱或在穿着方面帮对方一把的话,他会感到莫大的快乐。不管怎样,他打定主意这样了结此事:为了避免重蹈那只瘦狗的覆辙,当夜姑且让他喝上一杯埃普可可,临时打个地铺,再给他一两条围毯盖盖,把大氅折叠起来当枕头。起码让这个青年处在能够保障他的安全的人手里,就跟台架上的烤面包片那样暖烘烘的。他看不出这么做能有多大害处,只要确保决不会发生任何骚乱就行。该离开了,因为这位让老婆守活寡的快活的人儿好像被胶膘在这里了,他一点儿也不急于回到他那颇可怀念、眷恋的王后镇家中去。今后几天内,要是想知道这个形迹可疑的家伙的下落,老鸨搜罗几名年老色衰的佳人儿在下谢里夫街那边开起来的窑子倒是可以提供最可靠的线索。他忽而讲了一通发生在热带附近的六响左轮枪奇闻,打算把她们(人鱼们)吓得毛骨悚然,忽而又对她们那大块头的魅力加以苛刻的挑赐,其间还大杯大杯地畅饮私造的威士忌酒,兴致勃勃地胡乱开一阵心。到头来照例是自我吹嘘,说什么实际上我究竟是何许人也?正如代数先生到处所写的那样,让XX等于我的真名实姓与地址吧。就在这当儿,布卢姆想起自己曾怎样随机应变、巧妙地回击那个天主的血和伤痕的家伙,指出他的天主是个犹太人,于是大家就暗笑起来。人们要是被狼咬了,还能忍受,然而一旦被羊咬了一口,那就真正会被激怒。和善的阿戏留的最大弱点也是怕被人指出:你的天主是个犹太人。因为世人好像通常相信,天主来自香农河畔卡利克或斯莱戈郡 的什么地方。

261—I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo, as it's rather stuffy here you just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity. You can't drink that stuff. Do you like cocoa? Wait. I'll just pay this lot.


262The best plan clearly being to clear out, the remainder being plain sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeper of the shanty who didn't seem to.


263—Yes, that's the best, he assured Stephen to whom for the matter of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less.


264All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (B's) busy brain, education (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other things, no necessity, of course, to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it, and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted. Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just to.


265The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

265马车夫看着手里的报纸,大声念了一段前任总督卡多根伯爵在伦敦某地主持马车夫协会晚餐会的消息 。听了这条激动人心的报道之后是一片沉寂,随着是一两个哈欠。接着,坐在角落里的那个仿佛还剩有几分活力的怪老头 读道:安东尼·麦克唐奈爵士从尤斯顿车站出发,前往次官官邸,或诸如此类的消息。人们对这条饶有兴味的消息的反应是同一声“为什么”。

266—Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather, the ancient mariner put in, manifesting some natural impatience.


267—And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.


268The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.


269—Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerk queried.


270—Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.

270“唔,”蓄着一副花白胡子的航海人回答说。这家伙略识几个字,就好像是正隔着海绿色舱窗向外眺望似的。“俺读啥的时候就戴眼镜儿。是红海里的沙子教俺养成的习惯。说起来,俺从前连在暗处都能看书。俺最爱读《一千零一夜》 啦,《她红得像玫瑰》也不赖。”

271Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

271于是,他用粗笨的手摊开报纸,用心读起天晓得什么玩艺儿:发现了溺尸啦;柳木王的丰功伟绩啦;艾尔芒格为诺丁独得一百多分,在第二场比赛中无一出局啦 。这当儿,老板(丝毫不理会艾尔的事)正专心致志地试图把那双分不出新旧、显然穿着太紧的靴子弄松一点,并咒骂那个卖靴子的人。从那帮人的面部表情可以辨认得出,他们是醒着的,也就是说,要么是愁眉苦脸的,要么就讲上句无聊的话。

272To cut a long story short Bloom, grasping the situation, was the first to rise from his seat so as not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking to the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans), he having previously spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.

272长话短说。布卢姆看明事态之后,生怕呆得太长,招人讨厌,就头一个站了起来。他信守了自己要为这次聚会掏腰包的诺言,趁没人注意就机警地朝我们这位老板作了个几乎觉察不到的告别手势,示意马上就付钞,总计四便士(并且不引人注目地付了四枚铜币,那诚然是“最后的莫希干人” 了)。他事先瞧见了对面墙上的价目表上印得清清楚楚的数字,让人一看就读得出来:咖啡二便士,点心同上。正如韦瑟厄普 过去常说的,货真价实,供应的东西有时竟值两倍的价钱哩。

273—Come, he counselled to close the séance.


274Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the shelter or shanty together and the 閘ite society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment, the door.

274他们看到计策奏效,时机成熟,就一道离开了那座马车夫歇脚的棚屋或下等酒馆,告别了聚在那里的、身着防水服的名流 人士。除非闹场地震,这帮人是决不会从这种什么也不干是美妙的 境界中脱身的。斯蒂芬承认他还是不舒服,筋疲力竭,并在门口伫立了片刻。

275—One thing I never understood, he said to be original on the spur of the moment. Why they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs upside down, on the tables in cafes. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation, saying straight off:


276—To sweep the floor in the morning.


277So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly at the same time apologetic to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the bye, his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins.


278—It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in a moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man. Come. It's not far. Lean on me.


279Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on accordingly.


280—Yes, Stephen said uncertainly because he thought he felt a strange kind of flesh of a different man approach him, sinewless and wobbly and all that.


281Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not at all bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.

281不管怎样,他们从摆有石头和火钵等的岗亭前面走过。那里,当年的冈穆利——如今落魄成市政府的临时工——正如谚语所说的,依然被搂抱在睡神怀里,睡得正香,沉浸在绿色田野与新牧场 的梦中。说到塞满石头的棺材,这个比拟是蛮不错的。因为他确实是被人用石头砸死的。闹分裂的时候,八十几名议员中竟有七十二个倒了戈 。主要是他曾经大捧特捧的农民阶级,大概就是被剥夺了佃耕权后,他替他们收回来的那些佃户哩。

282So they turned on to chatting about music, a form of art for which Bloom, as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Wagnerian music, though confessedly grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first go-off but the music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live and i will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laureis and putting the others totally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her and suffice it to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character there was a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni description and Martha, a gem in its line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking of that, taking it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari, which, curiously enough, he had heard or overheard, to be more accurate, on yesterday, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn't sing it but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not quite recall though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd (William) who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.

282这样,二人就挽着臂,穿过贝雷斯福德广场,一路上布卢姆闲聊起自己无比热爱可又纯粹是个外行的艺术形式——音乐。瓦格纳尽管自有其众所公认的雄伟气魄,然而对布卢姆来说,却有点太沉闷了,一开始就难以理解。但是他简直迷上了梅尔卡丹特的《胡格诺派教徒》、梅那贝尔的《最后的七句话》和莫扎特的《第十二弥撒曲》。他认为后者的《荣耀颂》乃是第一流音乐中的登峰造极之作,真正能使其他一切音乐黯然失色。他非常喜爱天主教宗教音乐,那远远超过其竞争对手在这方面所能提供的穆迪与桑基圣诗 或“嘱我活下去,我就做个新教徒” 。他对罗西尼的《站立的圣母》的称赞也绝不落在任何人后面。这确实是一首充满了不朽的节奏的乐曲。有一次在上加德纳街耶稣会教堂举行的演奏会上,他的妻子玛莉恩·特威迪夫人就演唱过它并博得好评,真正引起了轰动。他可以把握十足地说,在她已享有的声誉上,更增添了光采,使所有其他演唱者均黯然失色。为了聆听夹在演唱家或毋宁说名手当中的她的演唱,听众甚至把教堂门口都挤满了。大家一致认为没人赛得过她。在平时唱诵圣乐的礼拜堂里,人们普遍发出“再唱一遍”的呼声,这就足以证明她受欢迎的程度了。总之,他爱听莫扎特的《唐乔万尼》 那样的轻歌剧,而《玛尔塔》是这方面的珠玉之作。尽管他对门德尔松这样严格的古典派只具有点皮毛的知识,却也怀着强烈的爱好 。说到这里,斯蒂芬想必是知道那些大家所爱唱的歌曲的,他特地举了莱昂内尔在《玛尔塔》中演唱的插曲《爱情如今》为例。说也真巧,昨天他听到这支歌曲,说得更确切些,是无意中传到他耳中的,他觉得十分荣幸。尤其令他感到高兴的是演唱者正是斯蒂芬的父亲大人。音色圆润,技巧完美,对作品的诠释的确使其他一切人甘拜下风。对于这非常文雅的提问,斯蒂芬回答说“他并没有”,却开始赞美起莎士比亚的——至少也是那个时代及其先后时期的歌谣来了。又谈起住在费特小巷、离植物学家杰勒德不远的古琵琶演奏家道兰德;我成年弹奏,道兰德 。他怎样打算从阿诺德·多尔梅什那儿买一把古琵琶 ,价钱是六十五基尼。这个名字布卢姆听上去确实挺耳熟,只是记不大清楚了。还有在对位法的先导主题与应答主题上下过功夫的法纳比父子 。此外就是伯德(威廉)。斯蒂芬说,此人不论是在女王小教堂或任何其他地方,只要看到了维金纳琴就非弹上一通不可 。还有个姓汤姆金斯 的,作过诙谐的或庄重的歌曲。再就是约翰·布尔了。

283On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a striking coincidence.

283他们边聊边穿过广场,走近车行道。只见链栏后面有一匹马拉着扫除器正沿着铺石路走来,一路扫拢着长长的一条泥泞。一片噪音,布卢姆简直闹不清关于六十五基尼和约翰·布尔的引喻自己是否听真切了。他觉得有这么两个完全一样的姓名是个惊人的巧合,就问了声那指的是否那位同名同姓的政界名人约翰牛 。

284By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which perceiving, Bloom, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual, plucked the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking:


285—Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.


286They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at the head of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite near so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh because palpably it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a taildangler, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such a good poor brute he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as he wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the same size, would be a holy horror to face. But it was no animal's fault in particular if he was built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. Whale with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the street was manoeuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old.

286于是他们停下了脚步。布卢姆凝视着那匹马的脸,怎么也看不出它能值六十五基尼。由于是在黑暗中突然出现在挨得很近的地方,它就好像是个由骨骼甚至肉组成的与马迎然不同的新奇的东西了。这显然是一匹后腿朝前迈,一路倒退着的四肢不协调的马,半边屁股略低,臀部是黑的 ,甩着尾巴,耷拉着头。这当儿,牲口的主人正坐在驭者座上,忙于想心事。这是一头多么善良懦弱的牲口啊,可惜他身上没带着糖块儿,然而他又明智地仔细想道,人生在世,总不能对所有可能突然发生的事都做好准备呀。它只不过是一匹大块头、笨拙而神经质的傻马罢了,活在世上无忧无虑,他又寻思,甚至于狗,比方说,巴尼·基尔南酒馆那头杂种的吧,要是个头也有这匹马这么大,碰上它可就够吓人的了。然而它长成那个样子可不能怪它呀。就拿骆驼(那是沙漠上的船)来说吧,在它的驼峰里可以把葡萄酿成酒。动物中十之八九可以关进栏里,或加以驯服。除了蜜蜂而外,再也没有人类这么心灵手巧的了。对鲸要使用标枪上的夹叉,对短鼻鳄鱼只要挠挠腰部,它就会懂得开玩笑的滋味了。在雄鸡周围用粉笔画个圈儿 。老虎呢,我那老鹰一般锐利的目光 。尽管斯蒂芬的话使布卢姆多少分了神,正当这艘马儿船在街上活跃的时候,他脑子里却满是关于野地走兽的正合时机的考虑。斯蒂芬依然继续谈着饶有趣味的往事。

287—What's this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.

287“我刚才说什么来着?哦,对啦!我老婆,”他直截了当地 说,“她要是能够结识你,会非常高兴的。因为她对所有的音乐都是倾心的。”

288He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen, image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as he was perhaps not that way built.


289Still, supposing he had his father's gift as he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.

289可是假若斯蒂芬继承了他父亲的天赋(布卢姆相信是这样),这就在布卢姆心中展开了新的前景:例如参加芬格尔夫人为了开发爱尔兰工业而于本周的星期一举办的那种音乐会 啦,出入于一般上流社会什么的。

290Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit:

290此刻那个青年正在讲解着以《这里青春已到尽头》为主调的精采的变奏曲。这出自简·皮特尔宗·斯韦林克 之手。他是一个出生于荡妇的产地阿姆斯特丹的荷兰人。他更喜欢约翰内斯·吉普那首德国的古老民谣,它描绘晴朗的海,赛仑——那些杀男人的美丽凶手——的歌喉。布卢姆听了,有点儿吃惊:

291Von der Sirenen Listigkeit


292Tun die Poeten dichten.


293These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means which he did.

293他唱完开头一节,就当场 译了出来。布卢姆点点头说,他完全懂了,央求斯蒂芬尽管唱下去。他就照办了。

294A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, the rarest of boons, which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily, if properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargain, command its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its fortunate possessor in the near future an entr閑 into fashionable houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large way of business and titled people where with his university degree of B. A. (a huge ad in its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more influence the good impression he would infallibly score a distinct success, being blessed with brains which also could be utilised for the purpose and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended to so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a little thing like that could militate against you. It was in fact only a matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the Christmas season, for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes of the fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record—in fact, without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could easily have. Added to which of course would be the pecuniary emolument by no means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised, that for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time. But a step in the required direction it was beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be handed a cheque at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. Besides, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a degree, original music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly have a great vogue as it would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt he could with all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name for himself and win a high place in the city's esteem where he could command a stiff figure and, booking ahead, give a grand concert for the patrons of the King street house, given a backerup, if one were forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak, a big if, however, with some impetus of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up a too much f阾ed prince of good fellows. And it need not detract from the other by one iota as, being his own master, he would have heaps of time to practise literature in his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was a matter for himself alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and that was the very reason why the other, possessed of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, hung on to him at all.

294他那男高音的音色极其纯美,表现出罕见的才华。布卢姆刚听了第一个音调就加以赞赏。倘若他能得到像巴勒克拉夫那样一位公认的发声法权威的适当指导,再学会读乐谱,既然男中音已多得烂了市,他就不难随意为自己标价。那样一来,不久的将来,这位幸福的美声歌唱家就有机会出入于 经营大企业的财界巨头和有头衔者那坐落在最高级住宅区的时髦府邸。不论他拥有的文学士学位(那本身就是堂哉皇哉的广告),还是他那绅士派头,都足以为本来就美好的印象更加锦上添花,这样就会万无一失地取得不同凡响的成功。何况他既有头脑,又能够用来达到此目的并满足其他需求。倘若他再注意一下服装的考究,那就更能慢慢博得高雅人士的垂顾。对于社交界在服装剪裁等方面的讲究他是个乳臭未干的新手,简直不明白那样一些区区小节怎么会成为绊脚石。事实上,再过上几个月他就可以预见到斯蒂芬在欢度圣诞节期间,怎样有所选择地参加他们所举行的有关音乐艺术的恳谈会了,从而在淑女们的鸽棚里掀起轻微的波澜 ,在寻求刺激的太太小姐们当中引起一番轰动。据他所知,这种事儿以前也记载过好几档子。从前,只要他有意,蛮可以不露马脚、不费吹灰之力地就能……当然喽,除了学费而外,同时还有决不可等闲视之的金钱报酬。他附带说明一下:其实并不一定图几个臭钱就作为一种职业积年累月地站在乐坛上。毋宁说,那是朝着必然的方向迈进的一步,不论是从金钱上还是精神上,都丝毫无损于尊严。当你手头急需钱的时候,有人递过一张支票来,也不无小补。况且尽管近来人们对于音乐的鉴赏力每况愈下,可是不落俗套的那种富于独创性的音乐还是很快地就会风靡一时。正值伊凡·圣奥斯特尔和希尔顿·圣贾斯特以及所有这??人 把投合时好的男高音独唱偷偷塞给轻信的观众并照例掀起陈腐的流行之后,斯蒂芬的演唱无疑地会给都柏林的音乐界带来一股新风。是呀。毫无疑问,他是做得到的,他必然稳操胜券。这是博取名声、赢得全市尊敬的大好机会。他会成为台柱子,会有人同他签订演出合同,也会为国王街剧场那些捧他的听众举行一场大规模演奏会的。还得有个后台,也就是说,倘若——这个“倘若”可非同小可——有人愿意出力硬把他推上去,凭着这股势头来防止那种不可避免的因循萎靡。凡是那些被老好人当作贵公子般娇纵坏了的红角儿,都容易陷进这样的状态。干这行当丝毫也不会损害另外的事。他可以我行我素,只要自己愿意,有的是余暇来自修文学。文学进修是个人的问题,完全不会妨碍或有损于歌手这一行当。说实在的,球就在他脚下,正因为如此,另外那个嗅觉异常敏锐、任何苗头都绝逃不过的家伙才缠住他不放。

295The horse was just then. And later on at a propitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner who, he noticed, was prone to disparage and even to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person's character, no pun intended.

295就在这当儿,马……过了一会儿,他(即布卢姆)在适当时机,本着“傻子迈进天使……之处” 的原则,在完全不去追问斯蒂芬私事的情况下劝他跟某某即将开业的医生断绝往来。他留意到,此人倾向于瞧不起斯蒂芬。当斯蒂芬本人不在场时,甚至借着开玩笑来贬低他几句,或者随便怎么说吧,反正据布卢姆的拙见,就是在一个人的品格的某个侧面上投下讨厌的阴影——这里他要讲的绝不是什么双关的俏皮话。

296The horse having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Slowly three times, one after another, from a full crupper he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in his scythed car.

296那匹马走到绷得紧紧的缰绳尽端(姑且这么说),停了下来,高高地甩起高傲而毛茸茸的尾巴。为了在即将被刷净打磨光的路面添加上自己的一份,就拉了三泡冒热气的粪便。它从肥大的屁股里慢吞吞、一团团地、分三次拉下屎来。车把式坐在他那装有长柄大镰刀的车 里,善心而有耐性地等待着他(或她)拉完。

297Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps, with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner street lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad.

297幸而发生了这一事故 ,布卢姆和斯蒂芬才肩并肩地从那被直柱隔开来的栏链的空隙爬过去,迈过一溜儿泥泞,朝着下加德纳街横跨过去。斯蒂芬虽然没有放开嗓门,却用更加激越的声调唱完了那首歌谣:

298Und alle Schiffe brücken.


299The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent, but merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black, one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête (which, of course, he was utterly out of) about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seat near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car.

299不管是好话、坏话还是不好不坏的话,反正车把式一言也未发。他坐在低靠背的车上,只是目送这两个都穿着黑衣服的身影一—一胖一瘦——朝着铁道桥走去,由马尔神父给成婚。 他们走一程又停下脚步,随后又走起来,继续交头接耳地谈着(车把式当然被排除在外)。内容包括男人的理智之敌赛仑,还夹杂着同一类型的一系列其他话题,篡夺者啦,类似的历史事件什么的。这当儿坐在清扫车——或者可以称之为卧车——里的那个人无论如何也是听不见的,因为他们离得太远了。他只是在挨近下加德纳街尽头处坐在自己的坐位上,目送着他们那辆低靠背的车。