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THESISTERS
Therewas
geen
nohopeforhimthis
keer
time:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Nacht
NightafternightIhadpassedthe
huis
house(itwasvacationtime)
en
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
en
andnightafternightIhad
vond
founditlightedinthe
dezelfde
sameway,faintlyandevenly.
Als
Ifhewasdead,I
dacht
thought,IwouldseethereflectionofcandlesonthedarkenedblindforI
wist
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetatthe
hoofd
headofacorpse.
He
had
hadoftensaidtome:
“Iamnot
lang
longforthisworld,”andI
had
hadthoughthiswordsidle.
Nu
NowIknewtheywere
waar
true.
EverynightasIgazedupat
het
thewindowIsaidsoftlytomyself
het
thewordparalysis.
Ithad
altijd
alwayssoundedstrangelyinmyears,
zoals
likethewordgnomonintheEuclid
en
andthewordsimonyintheCatechism.
Maar
Butnowitsoundedtome
als
likethenameofsomemaleficent
en
andsinfulbeing.
Itfilledme
met
withfear,andyetI
verlangde
longedtobenearertoit
en
andtolookuponitsdeadly
werk
work.
OldCotterwassittingat
het
thefire,smoking,whenI
kwam
camedownstairstosupper.
Whilemyauntwasladling
uit
outmystirabouthesaid,asif
keren
returningtosomeformerremarkof
zijn
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewas
precies
exactly...
buttherewas
iets
somethingqueer...
therewas
iets
somethinguncannyabouthim.
I’ll
vertellen
tellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhismind.
Tiresome
oude
oldfool!
Whenweknewhim
eerst
firstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
sprak
talkingoffaintsandworms;
maar
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
en
andhisendlessstoriesabout
de
thedistillery.
“Ihavemy
eigen
owntheoryaboutit,”he
zei
said.
“Ithinkitwas
een
oneofthose...
peculiarcases....
Maar
Butit’shardtosay....”
Hebegantopuff
weer
againathispipewithout
geven
givingushistheory.
My
oom
unclesawmestaringand
zei
saidtome:.
“Well,soyour
oude
oldfriendisgone,you’llbesorrytohear.”
“Who?”
zei
saidI.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotterhere
heeft
hasjusttoldus.
Hewaspassingby
het
thehouse.”
IknewthatIwas
onder
underobservationsoIcontinued
eten
eatingasifthenews
had
hadnotinterestedme.
My
oom
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
en
andheweregreatfriends.
De
Theoldchaptaughthimagreatdeal,mindyou;
en
andtheysayhehad
een
agreatwishforhim.”
“God
heb
havemercyonhissoul,”
zei
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
keek
lookedatmefora
tijdje
while.
Ifeltthathis
kleine
littlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
maar
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimby
kijken
lookingupfrommyplate.
Hereturnedtohispipe
en
andfinallyspatrudelyinto
het
thegrate.
“Iwouldn’tlike
kinderen
childrenofmine,”hesaid,“to
hebben
havetoomuchtosaytoamanlikethat.”
“Howdoyou
bedoelt
mean,MrCotter?”
askedmyaunt.
“WhatImeanis,”
zei
saidoldCotter,“it’sbadforchildren.
My
idee
ideais:
letayoungladrunabout
en
andplaywithyoungladsofhis
eigen
ownageandnotbe....
AmIright,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
zei
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
leren
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
altijd
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucian
daar
there:
takeexercise.
Why,whenIwas
een
anippereverymorningofmylifeIhad
een
acoldbath,winterandsummer.
En
Andthat’swhatstandstome
nu
now.
Educationisallvery
fijn
fineandlarge....
MrCotter
kunnen
mighttakeapickof
dat
thatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,
nee
no,notforme,”said
oude
oldCotter.
Myauntbrought
de
thedishfromthesafe
en
andputitonthetable.
“But
waarom
whydoyouthinkit’snot
goed
goodforchildren,MrCotter?”
she
vroeg
asked.
“It’sbadforchildren,”
zei
saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
When
kinderen
childrenseethingslikethat,you
weet
know,ithasaneffect....”
Icrammedmymouth
met
withstiraboutforfearI
kunnen
mightgiveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
oude
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
laat
latewhenIfellasleep.
ThoughIwasangrywith
oude
oldCotterforalludingtomeasa
kind
child,Ipuzzledmyheadtoextractmeaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
Inthedarkofmy
kamer
roomIimaginedthatI
zag
sawagaintheheavygrey
gezicht
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrew
de
theblanketsovermyhead
en
andtriedtothinkofChristmas.
Maar
Butthegreyfacestill
volgde
followedme.
Itmurmured;
andI
begreep
understoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
iets
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedingintosomepleasant
en
andviciousregion;
andthere
weer
againIfounditwaitingfor
me
me.
Itbegantoconfesstomein
een
amurmuringvoiceandIwondered
waarom
whyitsmiledcontinuallyand
waarom
whythelipsweresomoist
met
withspittle.
ButthenIremembered
dat
thatithaddiedofparalysis
en
andIfeltthatItoowassmilingfeeblyasiftoabsolve
de
thesimoniacofhissin.
The
volgende
nextmorningafterbreakfastI
ging
wentdowntolookatthe
kleine
littlehouseinGreatBritain
Street
Street.
Itwasanunassumingshop,registered
onder
underthevaguenameofDrapery.
De
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
en
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
een
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Geen
Nonoticewasvisiblenowfor
de
theshutterswereup.
Acrapebouquetwastiedto
de
thedoor-knockerwithribbon.
Two
arme
poorwomenandatelegram
jongen
boywerereadingthecardpinnedon
de
thecrape.
Ialsoapproached
en
andread:.
July1st,1895
De
TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,MeathStreet),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
The
lezen
readingofthecardpersuadedme
dat
thathewasdeadandIwasdisturbedto
vinden
findmyselfatcheck.
Hadhenotbeen
dood
deadIwouldhavegoneintothe
kleine
littledarkroombehindtheshopto
vinden
findhimsittinginhisarm-chairbythe
vuur
fire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Misschien
Perhapsmyauntwouldhave
gegeven
givenmeapacketofHighToastforhim
en
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
altijd
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohis
zwarte
blacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembledtoo
veel
muchtoallowhimto
doen
dothiswithoutspillinghalfthesnuff
over
aboutthefloor.
Evenasheraisedhislargetrembling
hand
handtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbled
door
throughhisfingersoverthe
voorkant
frontofhiscoat.
Itmayhavebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuff
die
whichgavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfadedlookforthe
rode
redhandkerchief,blackened,asit
altijd
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsof
een
aweek,withwhichhe
probeerde
triedtobrushawaythe
gevallen
fallengrains,wasquiteinefficacious.
I
wilde
wishedtogoinand
kijken
lookathimbutI
had
hadnotthecouragetoknock.
I
liep
walkedawayslowlyalongthesunny
kant
sideofthestreet,reading
alle
allthetheatricaladvertisementsintheshop-windowsasI
ging
went.
Ifounditstrange
dat
thatneitherInorthe
dag
dayseemedinamourningmood
en
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyself
een
asensationoffreedomasifIhadbeenfreedfrom
iets
somethingbyhisdeath.
Iwonderedat
dit
thisfor,asmyuncle
had
hadsaidthenightbefore,he
had
hadtaughtmeagreatdeal.
He
had
hadstudiedintheIrishcollegeinRome
en
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
He
had
hadtoldmestoriesabout
de
thecatacombsandaboutNapoleonBonaparte,
en
andhehadexplainedtome
de
themeaningofthedifferentceremoniesof
de
theMassandofthe
verschillende
differentvestmentswornbythepriest.
Soms
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfbyputtingdifficultquestionsto
mij
me,askingmewhatone
moeten
shoulddoincertaincircumstancesorwhether
zulke
suchandsuchsinsweremortalorvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestions
toonden
showedmehowcomplexandmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
de
theChurchwhichIhad
altijd
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
en
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetome
dat
thatIwonderedhowanybody
had
hadeverfoundinhimselfthecouragetoundertake
ze
them;
andIwasnotsurprisedwhenhe
vertelde
toldmethatthefathersof
de
theChurchhadwrittenbooksasthickas
de
thePostOfficeDirectoryandascloselyprintedas
de
thelawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
al
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
als
whenIthoughtofthisI
kon
couldmakenoansweroronlya
heel
veryfoolishandhaltingoneuponwhichheusedtosmile
en
andnodhisheadtwice
of
orthrice.
SometimesheusedtoputmethroughtheresponsesoftheMass
die
whichhehadmademe
leren
learnbyheart;
and,asIpattered,heusedtosmilepensively
en
andnodhishead,now
en
andthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuffup
elk
eachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledheusedtouncoverhis
grote
bigdiscolouredteethandlethistongue
liggen
lieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
die
whichhadmademefeeluneasyin
het
thebeginningofouracquaintance
voordat
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
liep
walkedalonginthesunI
herinneren
rememberedoldCotter’swordsand
probeerde
triedtorememberwhathad
gebeurd
happenedafterwardsinthedream.
Iremembered
dat
thatIhadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
en
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
I
gevoel
feltthatIhadbeen
heel
veryfaraway,insomeland
waar
wherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
dacht
thought....
ButIcouldnot
herinneren
remembertheendofthe
droom
dream.
Intheeveningmyaunt
nam
tookmewithhertovisitthe
huis
houseofmourning.
Itwas
na
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesofthehouses
die
thatlookedtothewestreflectedthetawnygoldof
een
agreatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusin
de
thehall;
and,asit
zou
wouldhavebeenunseemlytohaveshoutedat
haar
her,myauntshookhandswithherforall.
The
oude
oldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
en
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoilupthenarrowstaircasebefore
ons
us,herbowedheadbeingscarcelyabovethelevelofthebanister-rail.
At
de
thefirstlandingshestopped
en
andbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowards
de
theopendoorofthedead-room.
Myaunt
ging
wentinandtheold
vrouw
woman,seeingthatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontome
opnieuw
againrepeatedlywithherhand.
I
ging
wentinontiptoe.
The
kamer
roomthroughthelaceendoftheblindwassuffusedwithduskygolden
licht
lightamidwhichthecandleslooked
als
likepalethinflames.
Hehadbeencoffined.
Nannie
gaf
gavetheleadandwethreeknelt
neer
downatthefootofthe
bed
bed.
Ipretendedtopray
maar
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
omdat
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistracted
me
me.
Inoticedhowclumsilyherskirtwashookedat
de
thebackandhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretroddendownalltoone
kant
side.
Thefancycametome
dat
thattheoldpriestwassmilingashe
lag
laythereinhiscoffin.
Maar
Butno.Whenwerose
en
andwentuptotheheadof
het
thebedIsawthathewasnotsmiling.
Daar
Therehelay,solemnandcopious,vestedasfor
het
thealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
een
achalice.
Hisfacewas
zeer
verytruculent,greyandmassive,
met
withblackcavernousnostrilsandcircledby
een
ascantywhitefur.
Therewas
een
aheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
en
andcameaway.
Inthe
kleine
littleroomdownstairswefoundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmy
weg
waytowardsmyusualchairin
de
thecornerwhileNanniewentto
de
thesideboardandbroughtout
een
adecanterofsherryand
enkele
somewine-glasses.
Shesettheseonthetable
en
andinvitedustotake
een
alittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilledout
de
thesherryintotheglasses
en
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
nam
takesomecreamcrackersalso
maar
butIdeclinedbecauseI
dacht
thoughtIwouldmaketoo
veel
muchnoiseeatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
en
andwentoverquietlyto
de
thesofawhereshesatdown
achter
behindhersister.
Noone
sprak
spoke:
weallgazedat
de
theemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
wachtte
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
zei
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
een
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
weer
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingeredthestemofherwine-glass
voordat
beforesippingalittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
vroeg
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
zei
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
wanneer
whenthebreathwentoutof
hem
him.
Hehadabeautiful
dood
death,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasinwithhim
een
aTuesdayandanointedhim
en
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
wist
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“Helooksquiteresigned,”
zei
saidmyaunt.
“That’swhat
de
thewomanwehadintowashhim
zei
said.
Shesaidhejustlookedasifhewasasleep,helooked
dat
thatpeacefulandresigned.
Noone
zou
wouldthinkhe’dmakesucha
mooi
beautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”saidmyaunt.
Shesipped
een
alittlemorefromherglass
en
andsaid:.
“Well,MissFlynn,atanyrateit
moet
mustbeagreatcomfortforyouto
weten
knowthatyoudidallyou
kon
couldforhim.
Youwere
allebei
bothverykindtohim,I
moet
mustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdress
over
overherknees.
“Ah,poorJames!”
she
zei
said.
“Godknowswedoneallwe
konden
could,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
zien
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nannie
had
hadleanedherheadagainstthesofa-pillow
en
andseemedabouttofallasleep.
“There’s
arme
poorNannie,”saidEliza,lookingat
haar
her,“she’sworeout.
Allthe
werk
workwehad,sheandme,
krijgen
gettinginthewomantowashhim
en
andthenlayinghimout
en
andthenthecoffinandthenarranging
over
abouttheMassinthechapel.
Alleen
OnlyforFatherO’RourkeIdon’t
weet
knowwhatwe’dhavedoneatall.
Itwashim
bracht
broughtusallthemflowers
en
andthemtwocandlesticksoutofthechapel
en
andwroteoutthenoticefortheFreeman’sGeneral
en
andtookchargeofallthepapersforthecemetery
en
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’t
dat
thatgoodofhim?”
saidmyaunt.
Eliza
sloot
closedhereyesandshookher
hoofd
headslowly.
“Ah,there’snofriends
zoals
liketheoldfriends,”shesaid,“whenallissaid
en
anddone,nofriendsthat
een
abodycantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
zei
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
zeker
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
vergeten
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
arme
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewas
geen
nogreattroubletous.
Youwouldn’t
horen
hearhiminthehouseany
meer
morethannow.
Still,I
weet
knowhe’sgoneandalltothat....”
“It’s
als
whenit’salloverthatyou’ll
missen
misshim,”saidmyaunt.
“I
weet
knowthat,”saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbe
brengen
bringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaany
meer
more,noryou,ma’am,sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
arme
poorJames!”
Shestopped,asifshewerecommuning
met
withthepastandthen
zei
saidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticed
er
therewassomethingqueercomingoverhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
bracht
bringinhissouptohimthereI’d
vond
findhimwithhisbreviaryfallento
de
thefloor,lyingbackin
de
thechairandhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
een
afingeragainsthernose
en
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“But
toch
stillandallhekepton
zeggen
sayingthatbeforethesummerwasoverhe’dgooutforadriveonefine
dag
dayjusttoseethe
oude
oldhouseagainwherewewereallborndowninIrishtown
en
andtakemeandNanniewithhim.
Als
Ifwecouldonlygetoneofthemnew-fangledcarriages
die
thatmakesnonoisethat
Vader
FatherO’Rourketoldhimabout,them
met
withtherheumaticwheels,for
de
thedaycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’sover
de
thewaythereanddriveout
de
thethreeofustogetherofaSundayevening.
He
had
hadhismindsetonthat....
Arme
PoorJames!”
“TheLordhavemercyonhissoul!”
zei
saidmyaunt.
Elizatookoutherhandkerchief
en
andwipedhereyeswithit.
Thenshe
zette
putitbackagaininherpocket
en
andgazedintotheemptygrateforsometime
zonder
withoutspeaking.