Dubliners. 4 but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery. 'I have my own theory about it,' he said. 'I think it was one of those peculiar. Contents. Preface ix. Introduction, by Hans Walter Gabler xv. Symbols and Sigla xliii. The Text of Dubliners ι. The Sisters. 3. An Encounter. Araby. Eveline. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg.
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Of change faced by Eveline Eveline while embracing the excitement of. James Joyce Gente di Dublino. Allora sarebbe sposata: lei, Eveline. La gente lavrebbe trattata con rispetto. All the indignities of his life enraged him. Could he ask the cashier privately for an advance? The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot. His imagination had so abstracted him that his name was called twice before he answered. Alleyne and Miss Delacour were standing outside the counter and all the clerks had turn round in anticipation of something.
The man got up from his desk. Alleyne began a tirade of abuse, saying that two letters were missing. The man answered that he knew nothing about them, that he had made a faithful copy. Do you think me an utter fool?
Everyone was astounded the author of the witticism no less than his neighbours and Miss Delacour, who was a stout amiable person, began to smile broadly. Alleyne flushed to the hue of a wild rose and his mouth twitched with a dwarf s passion. You impertinent ruffian! Wait till you see! All the clerks passed out and finally the cashier came out with the chief clerk. It was no use trying to say a word to him when he was with the chief clerk.
The man felt that his position was bad enough. He had been obliged to offer an abject apology to Mr. He could remember the way in which Mr.
Alleyne had hounded little Peake out of the office in order to make room for his own nephew. He felt savage and thirsty and revengeful, annoyed with himself and with everyone else. He had made a proper fool of himself this time. Could he not keep his tongue in his cheek? But they had never pulled together from the first, he and Mr.
Alleyne, ever since the day Mr. Alleyne had overheard him mimicking his North of Ireland accent to amuse Higgins and Miss Parker: that had been the beginning of it. He might have tried Higgins for the money, but sure Higgins never had anything for himself.
He felt his great body again aching for the comfort of the public-house. He could not touch him for more than a bob — and a bob was no use. Yet he must get money somewhere or other: he had spent his last penny for the g. That was the dart! He went through the narrow alley of Temple Bar quickly, muttering to himself that they could all go to hell because he was going to have a good night of it.
He came out of the pawn-office joyfully, making a little cylinder, of the coins between his thumb and fingers. In Westmoreland Street the footpaths were crowded with young men and women returning from business and ragged urchins ran here and there yelling out the names of the evening editions.
The man passed through the crowd, looking on the spectacle generally with proud satisfaction and staring masterfully at the office-girls. His head was full of the noises of tram — gongs and swishing trolleys and his nose already sniffed the curling fumes punch. Then I looked back at him again — taking my time, you know.
Farrington stood a drink in his turn. At this Farrington told the boys to polish off that and have another. Just as they were naming their poisons who should come in but Higgins!
Of course he had to join in with the others. The men asked him to give his version of it, and he did so with great vivacity for the sight of five small hot whiskies was very exhilarating.
Everyone roared laughing when he showed the way in which Mr. When that round was over there was a pause. At the corner of Duke Street Higgins and Nosey Flynn bevelled off to the left while the other three turned back towards the city.
Rain was drizzling down on the cold streets and, when they reached the Ballast Office, Farrington suggested the Scotch House. The bar was full of men and loud with the noise of tongues and glasses. The three men pushed past the whining matchsellers at the door and formed a little party at the corner of the counter.
They began to exchange stories. Leonard introduced them to a young fellow named Weathers who was performing at the Tivoli as an acrobat and knockabout artiste. Farrington stood a drink all round. Weathers said he would take a small Irish and Apollinaris.
Farrington, who had definite notions of what was what, asked the boys would they have an Apollinaris too; but the boys told Tim to make theirs hot. The talk became theatrical. He promised to get them in behind the scenes and introduce them to some nice girls. They were all beginning to feel mellow.
Farrington was just standing another round when Weathers came back. Funds were getting low but they had enough to keep them going. Presently two young women with big hats and a young man in a check suit came in and sat at a table close by. Weathers saluted them and told the company that they were out of the Tivoli. There was something striking in her appearance. An immense scarf of peacock-blue muslin was wound round her hat and knotted in a great bow under her chin; and she wore bright yellow gloves, reaching to the elbow.
Farrington gazed admiringly at the plump arm which she moved very often and with much grace; and when, after a little time, she answered his gaze he admired still more her large dark brown eyes. The oblique staring expression in them fascinated him. He watched her leave the room in the hope that she would look back at him, but he was disappointed.
He cursed his want of money and cursed all the rounds he had stood, particularly all the whiskies and Apolinaris which he had stood to Weathers.
If there was one thing that he hated it was a sponge. He was so angry that he lost count of the conversation of his friends. When Paddy Leonard called him he found that they were talking about feats of strength. Weathers was showing his biceps muscle to the company and boasting so much that the other two had called on Farrington to uphold the national honour. Farrington pulled up his sleeve accordingly and showed his biceps muscle to the company.
The two arms were examined and compared and finally it was agreed to have a trial of strength.
The table was cleared and the two men rested their elbows on it, clasping hands. Farrington looked very serious and determined. The trial began. The two best out of three. Their hands and arms trembled under the stress. There was a murmur of applause from the spectators. He was full of smouldering anger and revengefulness. He felt humiliated and discontented; he did not even feel drunk; and he had only twopence in his pocket.