Улисс
Chapter 4
Wewereneverloyaltothesuccessful.Weservethem.IteachtheblatantLatinlanguage.Ispeakthetongueofaracetheacmeofwhosementalityisthemaxim:timeismoney.Materialdomination.Dominus!Lord!Whereisthespirituality?LordJesus?LordSalisbury?Asofainawestendclub.ButtheGreek!
KYRIEELEISON!
Asmileoflightbrightenedhisdarkrimmedeyes,lengthenedhislonglips.
—TheGreek!hesaidagain.Kyrios!Shiningword!ThevowelstheSemiteandtheSaxonknownot.Kyrie!Theradianceoftheintellect.IoughttoprofessGreek,thelanguageofthemind.Kyrieeleison!Theclosetmakerandthecloacamakerwillneverbelordsofourspirit.WeareliegesubjectsofthecatholicchivalryofEuropethatfounderedatTrafalgarandoftheempireofthespirit,notanimperium,thatwentunderwiththeAthenianfleetsatAegospotami.Yes,yes.Theywentunder.Pyrrhus,misledbyanoracle,madealastattempttoretrievethefortunesofGreece.Loyaltoalostcause.
Hestrodeawayfromthemtowardsthewindow.
—Theywentforthtobattle,MrO’MaddenBurkesaidgreyly,buttheyalwaysfell.
—Boohoo!Lenehanweptwithalittlenoise.Owingtoabrickreceivedinthelatterhalfofthematinée.Poor,poor,poorPyrrhus!
HewhisperedthennearStephen’sear:
LENEHAN’SLIMERICK
—There’saponderouspunditMacHugh
Whowearsgogglesofebonyhue.
Ashemostlyseesdouble
Towearthemwhytrouble?
Ican’tseetheJoeMiller.Canyou?
InmourningforSallust,Mulligansays.Whosemotherisbeastlydead.
MylesCrawfordcrammedthesheetsintoasidepocket.
—That’llbeallright,hesaid.
