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THESISTERS
Therewas
non
nohopeforhimthis
volta
time:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Notte
NightafternightIhadpassedthe
casa
house(itwasvacationtime)
e
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
e
andnightafternightIhadfounditlightedinthe
stesso
sameway,faintlyandevenly.
Se
Ifhewasdead,I
pensai
thought,Iwouldseethereflectionofcandleson
il
thedarkenedblindforI
sapevo
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetat
il
theheadofacorpse.
He
aveva
hadoftensaidtome:
“Iamnot
lungo
longforthisworld,”andI
avevo
hadthoughthiswordsidle.
Ora
NowIknewtheyweretrue.
Ogni
EverynightasIgazedupat
la
thewindowIsaidsoftlytomyself
la
thewordparalysis.
Ithad
sempre
alwayssoundedstrangelyinmyears,
come
likethewordgnomonintheEuclid
e
andthewordsimonyintheCatechism.
Ma
Butnowitsoundedtomelike
il
thenameofsomemaleficent
e
andsinfulbeing.
Itfilledmewithfear,
e
andyetIlongedtobenearertoit
e
andtolookuponitsdeadlywork.
Vecchio
OldCotterwassittingat
il
thefire,smoking,whenIcamedownstairstosupper.
Mentre
Whilemyauntwasladling
fuori
outmystirabouthesaid,as
se
ifreturningtosomeformerremarkof
suo
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewas
esattamente
exactly...
buttherewas
qualcosa
somethingqueer...
therewas
qualcosa
somethinguncannyabouthim.
I’ll
dirò
tellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhis
mente
mind.
Tiresomeoldfool!
Whenweknewhim
prima
firstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
parlava
talkingoffaintsandworms;
ma
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
e
andhisendlessstoriesaboutthedistillery.
“I
ha
havemyowntheoryaboutit,”he
detto
said.
“Ithinkitwas
uno
oneofthose...
peculiarcases....
Ma
Butit’shardtosay....”
Hebegantopuff
di nuovo
againathispipewithoutgivingushistheory.
My
zio
unclesawmestaringand
detto
saidtome:.
“Well,soyour
vecchio
oldfriendisgone,you’llbesorrytohear.”
“Who?”
detto
saidI.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotterhere
ha
hasjusttoldus.
Hewaspassingbythehouse.”
I
sapevo
knewthatIwasunderobservationsoIcontinued
mangiare
eatingasifthenews
avessero
hadnotinterestedme.
My
zio
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
e
andheweregreatfriends.
Il
Theoldchaptaughthimagreatdeal,mindyou;
e
andtheysayhehad
un
agreatwishforhim.”
“God
abbia
havemercyonhissoul,”
disse
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
guardato
lookedatmeforawhile.
I
sentivo
feltthathislittlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
ma
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimby
guardando
lookingupfrommyplate.
He
tornò
returnedtohispipeandfinallyspatrudelyintothegrate.
“Iwouldn’t
come
likechildrenofmine,”hesaid,“tohavetoomuchto
dire
saytoamanlikethat.”
“Howdoyou
dire
mean,MrCotter?”
askedmyaunt.
“WhatImeanis,”said
vecchio
oldCotter,“it’sbadfor
bambini
children.
Myideais:
let
un
ayoungladrunabout
e
andplaywithyoungladsofhisownage
e
andnotbe....
AmIright,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
disse
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
impari
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
sempre
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucianthere:
takeexercise.
Why,
quando
whenIwasanipper
ogni
everymorningofmylifeIhad
un
acoldbath,winterandsummer.
E
Andthat’swhatstandstome
ora
now.
Educationisallveryfine
e
andlarge....
MrCottermight
prendere
takeapickofthatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,
non
no,notforme,”said
vecchio
oldCotter.
Myauntbrought
il
thedishfromthesafe
e
andputitonthetable.
“Butwhydoyou
pensa
thinkit’snotgoodfor
bambini
children,MrCotter?”
sheasked.
“It’s
male
badforchildren,”saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
Quando
Whenchildrenseethingslikethat,you
sapete
know,ithasaneffect....”
IcrammedmymouthwithstiraboutforfearI
potessi
mightgiveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
vecchio
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
tardi
latewhenIfellasleep.
ThoughIwasangrywith
vecchio
oldCotterforalludingtomeasa
bambino
child,Ipuzzledmyheadtoextract
significato
meaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
In
la
thedarkofmyroomIimaginedthatI
vedere
sawagaintheheavygrey
faccia
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrewtheblanketsovermy
testa
headandtriedtothinkofChristmas.
Ma
Butthegreyfacestill
seguiva
followedme.
Itmurmured;
andI
capito
understoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
qualcosa
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedingintosomepleasant
e
andviciousregion;
andthere
di nuovo
againIfounditwaitingforme.
Itbegantoconfesstomein
una
amurmuringvoiceandIwondered
perché
whyitsmiledcontinuallyand
perché
whythelipsweresomoistwithspittle.
Ma
ButthenIrememberedthatithad
morto
diedofparalysisandI
sentii
feltthatItoowassmilingfeeblyas
se
iftoabsolvethesimoniacofhissin.
La
ThenextmorningafterbreakfastIwentdowntolookat
la
thelittlehouseinGreatBritainStreet.
Itwas
un
anunassumingshop,registeredunder
il
thevaguenameofDrapery.
I
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
e
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
un
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,
diceva
saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Nonoticewasvisible
ora
nowfortheshutterswereup.
Un
Acrapebouquetwastiedtothedoor-knockerwithribbon.
Due
Twopoorwomenandatelegramboywere
leggendo
readingthecardpinnedon
la
thecrape.
Ialsoapproached
e
andread:.
July1st,1895
Il
TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,MeathStreet),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
La
Thereadingofthecardpersuadedme
che
thathewasdeadandIwasdisturbedtofindmyselfat
controllo
check.
Hadhenotbeen
morto
deadIwouldhavegoneinto
il
thelittledarkroombehind
il
theshoptofindhim
seduto
sittinginhisarm-chairby
il
thefire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Forse
Perhapsmyauntwouldhave
dato
givenmeapacketofHighToastforhim
e
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
sempre
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohis
nero
blacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembledtoomuchtoallowhimtodothis
senza
withoutspillinghalfthesnuffaboutthefloor.
Evenasheraisedhislargetremblinghandtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbledthroughhisfingersoverthe
anteriore
frontofhiscoat.
Itmay
hanno
havebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuffwhich
dato
gavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfaded
cercava
lookfortheredhandkerchief,blackened,asit
sempre
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsof
una
aweek,withwhichhetriedtobrushawaythe
caduti
fallengrains,wasquiteinefficacious.
Iwishedtogoin
e
andlookathimbutI
avevo
hadnotthecouragetoknock.
Iwalkedawayslowly
lungo
alongthesunnysideofthe
strada
street,readingallthetheatricaladvertisementsintheshop-windowsasI
andavo
went.
Ifounditstrange
che
thatneitherInorthe
giorno
dayseemedinamourningmood
e
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyself
una
asensationoffreedomas
se
ifIhadbeenfreedfrom
qualcosa
somethingbyhisdeath.
Iwonderedat
questo
thisfor,asmyuncle
aveva
hadsaidthenightbefore,he
aveva
hadtaughtmeagreatdeal.
He
aveva
hadstudiedintheIrishcollegeinRome
e
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
He
aveva
hadtoldmestoriesabout
il
thecatacombsandaboutNapoleonBonaparte,
e
andhehadexplainedtome
il
themeaningofthedifferentceremoniesof
il
theMassandofthedifferentvestmentswornby
il
thepriest.
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfbyputtingdifficultquestionstome,askingmewhatone
dovrebbe
shoulddoincertaincircumstances
o
orwhethersuchandsuchsinsweremortal
o
orvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestions
mostravano
showedmehowcomplexandmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
le
theChurchwhichIhad
sempre
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
e
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetome
che
thatIwonderedhowanybody
avesse
hadeverfoundinhimselfthecouragetoundertakethem;
e
andIwasnotsurprised
quando
whenhetoldmethatthefathersoftheChurch
avevano
hadwrittenbooksasthickasthePostOfficeDirectory
e
andascloselyprintedasthe
legge
lawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
tutte
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
quando
whenIthoughtofthisIcouldmake
non
noansweroronlyaveryfoolish
e
andhaltingoneuponwhichheusedtosmile
e
andnodhisheadtwice
o
orthrice.
Sometimesheusedtoputmethrough
le
theresponsesoftheMass
che
whichhehadmademe
imparare
learnbyheart;
and,asIpattered,heusedtosmilepensively
e
andnodhishead,now
e
andthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuff
fino a
upeachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledheusedtouncoverhisbigdiscolouredteeth
e
andlethistonguelieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
che
whichhadmademefeeluneasyinthebeginningofouracquaintance
prima
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
camminavo
walkedalonginthesunIremembered
vecchio
oldCotter’swordsandtriedto
ricordare
rememberwhathadhappenedafterwardsin
le
thedream.
IrememberedthatIhadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
e
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
I
sentivo
feltthatIhadbeenveryfaraway,insomeland
dove
wherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
pensavo
thought....
ButIcouldnot
ricordare
remembertheendofthe
sogno
dream.
Intheeveningmyaunttookmewithhertovisit
la
thehouseofmourning.
Itwas
dopo
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesof
i
thehousesthatlookedto
i
thewestreflectedthetawnygoldof
un
agreatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusinthehall;
e
and,asitwouldhavebeenunseemlyto
ha
haveshoutedather,myauntshookhandswithherfor
tutti
all.
Theoldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
e
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoilup
la
thenarrowstaircasebeforeus,herbowed
testa
headbeingscarcelyabovethelevelof
la
thebanister-rail.
Atthefirstlandingshe
fermò
stoppedandbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowards
la
theopendoorofthedead-room.
Myauntwentin
e
andtheoldwoman,seeing
che
thatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontome
di nuovo
againrepeatedlywithherhand.
Iwentinontiptoe.
Theroom
attraverso
throughthelaceendoftheblindwassuffusedwithduskygolden
luce
lightamidwhichthecandleslookedlikepalethinflames.
Hehadbeencoffined.
Nannie
dato
gavetheleadandwe
tre
threekneltdownatthefootof
la
thebed.
Ipretendedtopray
ma
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
perché
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistractedme.
Inoticed
come
howclumsilyherskirtwashookedattheback
e
andhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretroddendown
tutti
alltooneside.
Thefancy
venne
cametomethatthe
vecchio
oldpriestwassmilingashe
mente
laythereinhiscoffin.
Ma
Butno.Whenwerose
e
andwentuptothe
testa
headofthebedI
visto
sawthathewasnotsmiling.
Therehelay,solemn
e
andcopious,vestedasfor
le
thealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
un
achalice.
Hisfacewasverytruculent,grey
e
andmassive,withblackcavernousnostrils
e
andcircledbyascantywhitefur.
Therewas
un
aheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
e
andcameaway.
Inthelittleroomdownstairswe
trovato
foundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmywaytowardsmyusualchairinthecorner
mentre
whileNanniewenttothesideboard
e
andbroughtoutadecanterofsherry
e
andsomewine-glasses.
Shesettheseonthetable
e
andinvitedustotake
un
alittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilledoutthesherryintotheglasses
e
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
prendere
takesomecreamcrackersalso
ma
butIdeclinedbecauseI
pensavo
thoughtIwouldmaketoomuchnoiseeatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
e
andwentoverquietlytothesofa
dove
whereshesatdownbehindher
sorella
sister.
Noonespoke:
we
tutti
allgazedattheemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
aspettato
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
detto
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
un
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
di nuovo
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingered
il
thestemofherwine-glassbeforesipping
un
alittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
chiesto
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
disse
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
quando
whenthebreathwentoutof
gli
him.
Hehadabeautiful
morte
death,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasinwithhim
un
aTuesdayandanointedhim
e
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
sapeva
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“Helooks
piuttosto
quiteresigned,”saidmyaunt.
“That’swhat
la
thewomanwehadintowashhim
detto
said.
Shesaidhejustlookedasifhewasasleep,helooked
che
thatpeacefulandresigned.
Noone
sarebbe
wouldthinkhe’dmakesucha
bello
beautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”saidmyaunt.
Shesipped
un
alittlemorefromherglass
e
andsaid:.
“Well,MissFlynn,at
ogni
anyrateitmustbe
un
agreatcomfortforyouto
sapere
knowthatyoudidallyoucouldfor
lui
him.
Youwerebothverykindto
lui
him,Imustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdressoverherknees.
“Ah,
povero
poorJames!”
shesaid.
“God
sa
knowswedoneallwecould,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
visto
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nannie
aveva
hadleanedherheadagainstthesofa-pillow
e
andseemedabouttofallasleep.
“There’spoorNannie,”
disse
saidEliza,lookingather,“she’sworeout.
Tutto
Alltheworkwehad,she
e
andme,gettinginthe
donna
womantowashhimandthenlayinghim
fuori
outandthenthecoffin
e
andthenarrangingabouttheMassinthechapel.
Solo
OnlyforFatherO’RourkeIdon’t
so
knowwhatwe’dhavedoneatall.
Itwashimbroughtus
tutti
allthemflowersandthem
due
twocandlesticksoutofthechapel
e
andwroteoutthenoticefortheFreeman’sGeneral
e
andtookchargeofallthepapersforthecemetery
e
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’tthatgoodofhim?”
detto
saidmyaunt.
Elizaclosedhereyes
e
andshookherheadslowly.
“Ah,there’s
non
nofriendsliketheoldfriends,”shesaid,“when
tutto
allissaidanddone,
non
nofriendsthatabodycantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
disse
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
sicuro
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
dimenticherà
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
povero
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewas
non
nogreattroubletous.
Youwouldn’t
sentito
hearhiminthehouseanymorethan
ora
now.
Still,Iknowhe’s
andato
goneandalltothat....”
“It’s
quando
whenit’salloverthatyou’llmisshim,”
disse
saidmyaunt.
“Iknowthat,”
disse
saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbe
porterò
bringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaany
più
more,noryou,ma’am,sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
povero
poorJames!”
Shestopped,as
se
ifshewerecommuningwith
il
thepastandthensaidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticedtherewas
qualcosa
somethingqueercomingoverhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
portavo
bringinhissouptohimthereI’d
trovavo
findhimwithhisbreviary
caduto
fallentothefloor,lyingbackinthechair
e
andhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
un
afingeragainsthernose
e
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“Butstill
e
andallhekepton
dire
sayingthatbeforethesummerwasoverhe’dgo
uscito
outforadriveonefine
giorno
dayjusttoseetheold
casa
houseagainwherewewere
tutti
allborndowninIrishtown
e
andtakemeandNanniewithhim.
Se
Ifwecouldonlygetoneofthemnew-fangledcarriages
che
thatmakesnonoisethat
Padre
FatherO’Rourketoldhimabout,themwiththerheumaticwheels,forthe
giorno
daycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’soverthewaythere
e
anddriveoutthethreeofus
insieme
togetherofaSundayevening.
He
aveva
hadhismindsetonthat....
Povero
PoorJames!”
“TheLordhavemercyonhissoul!”
detto
saidmyaunt.
Elizatook
fuori
outherhandkerchiefandwipedhereyeswith
esso
it.
Thensheputitbackagaininherpocket
e
andgazedintotheemptygrateforsome
tempo
timewithoutspeaking.