Thursday, July 18, 2013

"Mr Casey took the glass, drank, and placed it near him on the mantelpiece. Then he said:
—Well, I can’t help thinking of our friend Christopher manufacturing...
He broke into a fit of laughter and coughing and added:
—… manufacturing that champagne for those fellows.
Mr Dedalus laughed loudly.
—Is it Christy? he said. There’s more cunning in one of those warts on his bald head than in a pack of jack foxes.
He inclined his head, closed his eyes, and, licking his lips profusely, began to speak with the voice of the hotel keeper.
—And he has such a soft mouth when he’s speaking to you, don’t you know. He’s very moist and watery about the dewlaps, God bless him.
Mr Casey was still struggling through his fit of coughing and laughter. Stephen, seeing and hearing the hotel keeper through his father’s face and voice, laughed.
Mr Dedalus put up his eyeglass and, staring down at him, said quietly and kindly:
—What are you laughing at, you little puppy, you?"

James Joyce
It was like the buttons on his mother’s blouse -- they were amber, he remembered, semitransparent, and golden. He just wanted to shove them in his mouth and suck on them, and every time he was disappointed terribly, and every time he forgot about the disappointment -- not forgot, just refused to accept what his memory told him.
(from Roadside Picnic, Arkady and Boris Strugatsky)

Saturday, July 6, 2013

"Gospodin Kejzi uze casu, ispi je i stavi pored sebe na policu nad kaminom. Onda rece:
-Nego, ne mogu a da ne mislim na naseg prijatelja Kristofera koji pravi...
Spopade ga smeh i kasalj, pa dodade:
-... pravi taj sampanj za one momke.
Gospodin Dedalus se glasno nasmeja.
-Je l' to Kristi? - rece. -Vise je prepredenosti u jednoj od onih bradavica na njegovoj celavoj glavi nego u copora lisaca.
On sagnu glavu, sklopi oci i, oblizavsi dobro usne, poce da govori glasom gostionicara.
-A tako je slatkoreciv kad s nekim razgovara, zar to ne znate. Podvaljak mu je vrlo vlazan i znojav, Bog ga blagoslovio.
Gospodin Kejzi se jos uvek borio sa svojim napadom kaslja i smeha. Stiven se smejao gledajuci i slusajuci gostionicara u licu i glasu svog oca.
Gospodin Dedalus stavi monokl na oko i zureci u njega rece mirno i prijazno:
-Zasto se ti smejes, ti stene jedno malo, a?"

Dz. Dz.