Улисс
Chapter 8
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Girlgoldshereadanddidnotglance.Takenonotice.Shetooknonoticewhilehereadbyroteasolfafableforher,plapperingflatly:
—Ahfoxmetahstork.Saidtheefoxtootheestork:Willyouputyourbilldowninnmytroathandpulluppahbone?
Hedronedinvain.MissDouceturnedtoherteaaside.
Hesighedaside:
—Ahme!Omy!
HegreetedMrDedalusandgotanod.
—Greetingsfromthefamoussonofafamousfather.
—Whomayhebe?MrDedalusasked.
Lenehanopenedmostgenialarms.Who?
—Whomayhebe?heasked.Canyouask?Stephen,theyouthfulbard.
Dry.
MrDedalus,famousfather,laidbyhisdryfilledpipe.
—Isee,hesaid.Ididn’trecognisehimforthemoment.Ihearheiskeepingveryselectcompany.Haveyouseenhimlately?
Hehad.
—Iquaffedthenectarbowlwithhimthisveryday,saidLenehan.InMooney’senvilleandinMooney’ssurmer.Hehadreceivedtherhinoforthelabourofhismuse.
Hesmiledatbronze’steabathedlips,atlisteninglipsandeyes:
—TheéliteofErinhunguponhislips.Theponderouspundit,HughMacHugh,Dublin’smostbrilliantscribeandeditorandthatminstrelboyofthewildwetwestwhoisknownbytheeuphoniousappellationoftheO’MaddenBurke.
AfteranintervalMrDedalusraisedhisgrogand
—Thatmusthavebeenhighlydiverting,saidhe.Isee.
Hesee.Hedrank.Withfarawaymourningmountaineye.Setdownhisglass.
Helookedtowardsthesaloondoor.
—Iseeyouhavemovedthepiano.
—Thetunerwasintoday,missDoucereplied,tuningitforthesmokingconcertandIneverheardsuchanexquisiteplayer.
