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詹姆斯·乔伊斯JamesJoyce
詹姆斯·乔伊斯（1882—1941），20世纪世界最重要的作家之一，现实主义和象征主义相结合是他文学成就的最大特征。
他是一位注重心理分析的小说家，其作品大量运用了意识流的手法。
他在语言应用与文体风格上的创新对20世纪的文学有极其深刻的影响，被公认为西方现代文学大师，一位具有真正创造性的天才。
其代表作有《都柏林人》《尤利西斯》等，本篇是《都柏林人》中的第三篇短篇小说。
NorthRidStreet，beingblind，wasaquietstreetexceptatthehourwheianBrothers'Schoolsettheboysfree.Anuninhabitedhouseoftwostoreysstoodatthebliaitsneighboursinasquaregrouherhousesofthestreet，sciousofdetliveswithinthem，gazedatohbrowurbablefaces.
&enantofourhouse，apriest，haddiedinthebag-rooAir，mustyfromhavingbeenlongenclosed，hunginalltherooms，aeroombehiwaslitteredwitholduselesspapers.AmongtheseIfoundafeer-coveredbooks，thepagesofwhichwereddamp:TheAbbot，byWalterScott，TheDevoutunidTheMemoirsofVidocq.Ilikedthelastbestbecauseitsleaveswereyellow.Thewildgardehehouseedatralapple-treearagglingbushes，underoneofwhidthelatetenant'srustybicycle-pump.Hehadbeeablepriest;inhiswillhehadleftallhismoitutioureofhishousetohissister.
&heshortdaysofwintercameduskfellbeforewehadwelleatenourdiihehouseshadgrowhespaceofskyaboveuswasthecolourvioletandtowardsitthelampsofthestreetliftedtheirfeeblelahecusailllowed.Ourshoutsethesilehecareerofourplaybroughtusthroughthedarkmuddylahehouseswherewerahtribesfromthecottages，tothebackdoorsofthedarkdrippinggardenswhereodorsarosefromtheashpits，tothedarkodorousstableswhereaoothedahehorseorshookmusithebuess.Whehtfromthekitdowshadfilledtheareas.Ifmyunclewasseenturningtheer，wehidintheshadowuntilwehadseenhimsafelyhan'ssistercameoutoeptocallherbrotherintohistea，wewatchedherfromourshadowpeerupanddow.Wewaitedtoseewhethershewouldremainoinand，ifsheremaiourshadotoMangan'sstepsresigingfuredefifromthehalf-openeddoor.Herbrotheralwaysteasedherbeforeheobeyed，andIstoodbytherailingslookingather.Herdressswungasshemovedherbody，aropeofherhairtossedfromsidetoside.
EverymIlayontheflooriparlherdoor.TheblindulleddowntowithinaninchofthesashsothatIotbeseen.Whehedoorstepmyheartleaped.Irantothehall，seizedmybooksandfollowedher.Ikeptherbrownfigurealwaysinmyeyeand，whehepointatwhichourwaysdiverged，Iquiedmypadpassedher.ThishappenedmafterIhadneverspokeforafewcasualwords，ahernamewaslikeasummonstoallmyfoolishblood.
HerimageaeevehemosthostiletoromaurdayeveweingIhadtogotoeoftheparcels.Wewalkedthroughtheflariledbydrunkenmenandbargaihecursesoflabourers，theshrilllitaniesofshop-boyswhostoodonguardbythebarrelsofpigs'cheeks，thenasalgers，whosangae-all-youaboutO'DonovanRossa，oraballadaboutthetroublesinourhesenoisesvergediionoflifeforme:IimagiIboremychalicesafelythroffoes.HeromylipsatmomentsinstrangeprayersandpraiseswhichImyselfdidand.Myeyeswereoftenfulloftears（Iottellwhy）andattimesafloodfrommyheartseemedtopouritselfoutintomybosoIthoughtlittleofthefuture.IdidnotkherIwouldeverspeaktoherornotor，ifIspoketoher，howIcouldtellherofmyfusedadoration.Butmybodyandherwestureswerelikefingersrunninguponthewires.
Oneevehebag-roominwhichthepriesthaddied.Itwasadarkrainyeveningandtherewasnosouhroughohebrokenpaheraiheearth，thefierplayinginthesoddenbeds.Somedistantlamphtedwindowgleamedbelowme.IwasthankfulthatIcouldseesolittle.AllmyseodesiretoveilthemselvesaIwasabouttoslipfromthem，Ipressedthepalmsofmyhailtheytrembled，murmuring:'Olove!Olove!'manytimes.
Atlastshespoketome.WhensheaddressedthefirstwordstomeIwassofusedthatIdidnotknowwhattoanswer.SheaskedmewasIgoingtoAraby.IfotwhetherIansweredyesorno.Itlendidbazaar;shesaidshewouldlovetogo.
"Andwhy'tyou?"Iasked.
Whileshespokesheturnedasilverbradandrou.Sheotgo，shesaid，becausetherewouldbearetreatthatweeki.HerbrotherandtwootherbhtingfortheirdIwasaloherailings.Sheheldohespikes，bowiowardsme.Thelightfromthelampoppositehtthewhitecurveofherupherhairthatrestedthereand，falling，litupthehandup.Itfelloveronesideofherdressandcaughtthewhiteborderofapetticoat，justvisibleasshestoodatease.
"It'swellforyou，"shesaid.
"IfIgo，"Isaid，"Iwillbringyousomething."
Whatinnumerablefollieslaidwastemyingthoughtsafterthatevening!Iwishedtoaedidays.Ichafedagainsttheworkofschool.AtnightinmybedroomandbydayintheagecamebetageIstrovetoread.ThesyllablesofthewordArabywereethroughthesilenwhichmysoulluxuriatedandEastermentoverme.Iaskedforleavetogotothebazaarht.Myauntrised，awasnotsomeFreemasonaffair.Iaionsinclass.Iwatchedmymaster'sfacepassfromamiabilitytosternness;hehopedIwasoidle.Iywahoughtstogether.Ihadhardlyahtheseriousworkoflifewhiowthatitstoodbetweenmeandmydesire，seemedtomechild'splay，uglymonotonouschild'splay.
OnSaturdaymIremindedmyuIwishedtogotothebazaarintheevening.Hewasfussiand，looki-brush，aly:
"Yes，boy，Iknow."
&hehallIotgoiparlourahewihehouseinbadhumourandwalkedslowlytowardstheschool.Theairitilesslyrawandalreadymyheartmisgaveme.
Wheodinnermyuyetbeeillitwasearly.Isatstaringattheetimeaigbegantoirritateme，IlefttherooImouairdgaiheupperpartofthehouse.Thehigh，pty，gloomyroomsliberatedmeafromring.Fromthefrontmypanionsplayihestreet.Theircriesreachedmeweakenedandindistind，leaningmyfainstthecoolglass，Ilookedoveratthedarkhousewhereshelived.Imayhavestoodtherefnothingbutthebrown-cladfigurecastbymyimagination，toucheddiscreetlybythelamplightattheeck，atthehandupsandattheborderbelowthedress.
WheairsagainIfouingatthefire.Shewasanold，garrulousawnbroker'shocollectedusedstampsforsomepiouspurpose.Ihadtossipoftheteatable.Themealrolongedbeyondanhourandstillmyurs.Mercerstooduptogo:shewassorryshe'twaitawasaftereighto'dshedidobeoutlate，asthenightairwasbadforher.Whenshehadgooanddowntheroom，gmyfists.Myauntsaid:
"I'mafraidyoumayputoffyourbazaarfhtofOurLord."
Atnineo'clockIheardmyuncle'slatthehalldoor.Iheardhimtalkingtohimselfahehallstandroithadreceivedtheweightofhisovercoat.Iterpretthesesigns.aythroughhisdinogivemethemoothebazaar.Hehadfotten.
"Thepeopleareiertheirfirstsleepnow，"hesaid.
Ididsaidtetically:
"'tyougivehimthemohimgo?You'vekepthimlateenoughasitis."
Myunclesaidhewasverysorryhehadfotten.Hesaidhebelievedintheoldsaying:"AlllaymakesJackadullboy."HeaskedmewhereIwasgoingaoldhimasee，heaskedmedidIknowTheArab'sFarewelltohisSteed.Whehekithewasabouttorecitetheopehepieyaunt.
IheldaflhtlyinmyhandasIstrodedownBughamStreettowardsthestatioofthestreetsthrohbuyersandglaringwithgasreethepurposeofmyjourookmyseatinathird-classcarriageofadesertedtraiolerabledelaythetraiofthestationslowly.ItongruinoushousesawinkliWestlandRowStationacrowdofpeoplepressedtedoors;buttheportersmovedthembagthatiteforthebazaar.Iremaihebarecarriage.IesthetraindrewupbesideanimprovisedwoodenplatforIpassedoutontotheroadandsawbythelighteddialofaclockthatitwasteen.Infrontofmewasalargebuildingwhichdisplayedthemagiame.
Iotfindarand，fearingthatthebazaarwouldbeclosed，Ipassedinquicklythroughaturnstile，handingashillingtman.Ifoundmyselfinabighallgirdledathalfitsheightbyagallery.Nearlyallthestallsweredthegreaterpartofthehallwasindarkness.Ireizedasilewhichpervadesachurchafteraservice.Iwalkedihebazaartimidly.Afewpeatheredaboutthestallswhichwerestillopeaihewordstaeninps，twomeingmoneyoehefallofthes.
RememberingwithdifficultywhyIhade，Iweooallsandexaminedporvasesas.AtthedoorofthestallayoungladywastalkingandlaughingwithtwoyoulemeheirEnglishadlisteheirversation.
"O，Ineversaidsug!"
"O，butyoudid!"
"O，butIdidn't!"
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