-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Улисс
-
- Стр. 65/821
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Illstarred
heresiarch
!
In
a
Greek
watercloset
he
breathed
his
last
:
euthanasia
.
With
beaded
mitre
and
with
crozier
,
stalled
upon
his
throne
,
widower
of
a
widowed
see
,
with
upstiffed
omophorion
,
with
clotted
hinderparts
.
Airs
romped
round
him
,
nipping
and
eager
airs
.
They
are
coming
,
waves
.
The
whitemaned
seahorses
,
champing
,
brightwindbridled
,
the
steeds
of
Mananaan
.
I
mustn
’
t
forget
his
letter
for
the
press
.
And
after
?
The
Ship
,
half
twelve
.
By
the
way
go
easy
with
that
money
like
a
good
young
imbecile
.
Yes
,
I
must
.
His
pace
slackened
.
Here
.
Am
I
going
to
aunt
Sara
’
s
or
not
?
My
consubstantial
father
’
s
voice
.
Did
you
see
anything
of
your
artist
brother
Stephen
lately
?
No
?
Sure
he
’
s
not
down
in
Strasburg
terrace
with
his
aunt
Sally
?
Couldn
’
t
he
fly
a
bit
higher
than
that
,
eh
?
And
and
and
and
tell
us
,
Stephen
,
how
is
uncle
Si
?
O
,
weeping
God
,
the
things
I
married
into
!
De
boys
up
in
de
hayloft
.
The
drunken
little
costdrawer
and
his
brother
,
the
cornet
player
.
Highly
respectable
gondoliers
!
And
skeweyed
Walter
sirring
his
father
,
no
less
!
Sir
.
Yes
,
sir
.
No
,
sir
.
Jesus
wept
:
and
no
wonder
,
by
Christ
!
I
pull
the
wheezy
bell
of
their
shuttered
cottage
:
and
wait
.
They
take
me
for
a
dun
,
peer
out
from
a
coign
of
vantage
.
—
It
’
s
Stephen
,
sir
.
—
Let
him
in
.
Let
Stephen
in
.
A
bolt
drawn
back
and
Walter
welcomes
me
.
—
We
thought
you
were
someone
else
.
In
his
broad
bed
nuncle
Richie
,
pillowed
and
blanketed
,
extends
over
the
hillock
of
his
knees
a
sturdy
forearm
.
Cleanchested
.
He
has
washed
the
upper
moiety
.
