The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 034

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The Annotated "Ulysses" by James Joyce
Page 034


   A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew
or gentile, is he not?
   They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can
see the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the earth
to this day.
  On the steps of the Paris Stock Exchange the goldskinned men quoting
prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud, uncouth
about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Not
theirs : these clothes, this speech, these gestures. Their full slow eyes bellied
the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the rancours massed
about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to heap and hoard.
Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the roadside : plundered
and passing on. Their eyes knew the years of wandering and, patient, knew
the dishonours of their flesh.
   Who has not? Stephen said.
   What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
  He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
   History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to
awake.
  From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle : goal.
What if that nightmare gave a you a back kick?
   The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All history
moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
  Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying :
   That is God.
  Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
   What? Mr Deasy asked.
   A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
  Mr Deasy looked down and held for a while the wings of his nose tweaked
between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.
   I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors
and many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was
no better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years
the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to
our shore here, MacMurrough’s wife and her leman O’Rourke, prince of
Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many failures but

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