Улисс
Chapter 4
Itwasthebigfellowshovedme,sir.
—Throwhimoutandshutthedoor,theeditorsaid.There’sahurricaneblowing.
Lenehanbegantopawthetissuesupfromthefloor,gruntingashestoopedtwice.
—Waitingfortheracingspecial,sir,thenewsboysaid.ItwasPatFarrellshovedme,sir.
Hepointedtotwofacespeeringinroundthedoorframe.
—Him,sir.
—Outofthiswithyou,professorMacHughsaidgruffly.
Hehustledtheboyoutandbangedthedoorto.
J.J.O’Molloyturnedthefilescrackinglyover,murmuring,seeking:
—Continuedonpagesix,columnfour.
—Yes,EveningTelegraphhere,MrBloomphonedfromtheinneroffice.Istheboss...?Yes,Telegraph...Towhere?Aha!Whichauctionrooms?...Aha!Isee...Right.I’llcatchhim.
ACOLLISIONENSUES
Thebellwhirredagainasherangoff.HecameinquicklyandbumpedagainstLenehanwhowasstrugglingupwiththesecondtissue.
—Pardon,monsieur,Lenehansaid,clutchinghimforaninstantandmakingagrimace.
—Myfault,MrBloomsaid,sufferinghisgrip.Areyouhurt?I’minahurry.
—Knee,Lenehansaid.
Hemadeacomicfaceandwhined,rubbinghisknee:
—TheaccumulationoftheannoDomini.
—Sorry,MrBloomsaid.
Hewenttothedoorand,holdingitajar,paused.J.J.O’Molloyslappedtheheavypagesover.Thenoiseoftwoshrillvoices,amouthorgan,echoedinthebarehallwayfromthenewsboyssquattedonthedoorsteps:
WearetheboysofWexford
Whofoughtwithheartandhand.
EXITBLOOM
—I’mjustrunningroundtoBachelor’swalk,MrBloomsaid,aboutthisadofKeyes’s.Wanttofixitup.
