Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 1
Hehidunderthetable.Hismothersaid:
—O,Stephenwillapologize.
Dantesaid:
—O,ifnot,theeagleswillcomeandpullouthiseyes.—
Pullouthiseyes,
Apologize,
Apologize,
Pullouthiseyes.
Apologize,
Pullouthiseyes,
Pullouthiseyes,
Apologize.
Thewideplaygroundswereswarmingwithboys.Allwereshoutingandtheprefectsurgedthemonwithstrongcries.Theeveningairwaspaleandchillyandaftereverychargeandthudofthefootballersthegreasyleatherorbflewlikeaheavybirdthroughthegreylight.Hekeptonthefringeofhisline,outofsightofhisprefect,outofthereachoftherudefeet,feigningtorunnowandthen.Hefelthisbodysmallandweakamidthethrongoftheplayersandhiseyeswereweakandwatery.RodyKickhamwasnotlikethat:hewouldbecaptainofthethirdlineallthefellowssaid.
RodyKickhamwasadecentfellowbutNastyRochewasastink.RodyKickhamhadgreavesinhisnumberandahamperintherefectory.NastyRochehadbighands.HecalledtheFridaypuddingdog-in-the-blanket.Andonedayhehadasked:
—Whatisyourname?
Stephenhadanswered:StephenDedalus.
