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From “Jacomo Joyce” by James Joyce






A flower given by her to my daughter.* Frail * gift, frail giver, frail blue-veined child.*

Padua far beyond the sea. The silent middle age, * night, darkness of history * sleep in the Piazza delle Erbe* under the moon. The city sleeps. Under the arches in the dark streets near the river the whores' eyes spy out for fornicators. Cinque servizi per cinque franchi.* A dark wave of sense, again and again and again.

Mine eyes fail in darkness, mine eyes fail,

Mine eyes fail in darkness, love.

Again. No more. Dark love, dark longing. No more. Darkness.

 

Twilight. Crossing the piazza. Grey eve lowering on wide sagegreen pasturelands, shedding silently dusk and dew. She follows her mother with ungainly grace, the mare leading her filly foal. Grey twilight mould softly the slim and shapely haunches, the meek supple tendonous neck, the fine-boned skull.* Eve, peace, the dusk of wonder..... Hillo! Ostler! Hilloho! *

Papa and the girls sliding downhill, astride of a toboggan: the Grand Turk and his harem. Tightly capped and jacketted, boots laced in deft crisscross over the flesh-warmed tongue, the short skirt taut from the round knobs of the knees. A white flash: a flake, a snowflake:

And when she next doth ride abroad

May I be there to see! *

 

I rush out of the tobacco-shop and call her name. She turns and halts to hear my jumbled words of lessons, hours, lessons, hours: and slowly her pale cheeks are flushed with a kindling opal light. Nay, nay, be not afraid!

Mio padre: * she does the simplest acts with distinction. Unde derivatur? * Mia figlia ha una grandissima ammirazione per ilsuo maestro inglese.* The old man's face, handsome, flushed, with strongly Jewish features and long white whiskers, turns towards me as we walk down the hill together. O! Perfectly said: courtesy, benevolence, curiosity, trust, suspicion, natur­alness, helplessness of age, confidence, frankness, urbanity, sincerity, warning, pathos, compassion: a perfect blend. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me! *

 

This heart is sore and sad. Crossed in love? *

 

Long lewdly leering lips: dark-blooded molluscs.

 

{{{ Moving mists on the hill as I took upward from night and mud. Hanging mists over the damp trees. A light in the upper room. She is dressing to go to the play. There are ghosts in the mirror..... Candles! Candles!

A gentle creature. At midnight, after music, all the way up the via San Michele, * these words were spoken softly. Easy now, Jamesy! Did you never walk the streets of Dublin at night sobbing another name?

She raises her arms in an effort to hook at the nape of her neck a gown of black veiling. She cannot: no, she cannot. She moves backwards towards me mutely. I raise my arms to help her: her arms fall. }}}

J Offer your variant of translating the extract Pay attention to preserving stylistic devices.

 

" Make practical stylistic tasks

Find all stylistic devices in the text, comment on their organisation






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