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THESISTERS
Therewasno
håp
hopeforhimthistime:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Night
etter
afternightIhadpassedthe
huset
house(itwasvacationtime)
og
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
og
andnightafternightI
hadde
hadfounditlightedinthe
samme
sameway,faintlyandevenly.
Hvis
Ifhewasdead,I
tenkte
thought,Iwouldseethereflectionofcandleson
den
thedarkenedblindforI
visste
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetat
den
theheadofacorpse.
He
hadde
hadoftensaidtome:
“Iamnot
lenge
longforthisworld,”andI
hadde
hadthoughthiswordsidle.
Nå
NowIknewtheywere
sanne
true.
EverynightasIgazed
opp
upatthewindowI
sa
saidsoftlytomyselfthe
ordet
wordparalysis.
Ithadalways
hørtes
soundedstrangelyinmyears,
som
likethewordgnomonintheEuclid
og
andthewordsimonyintheCatechism.
Men
Butnowitsoundedtome
som
likethenameofsomemaleficent
og
andsinfulbeing.
Itfilledme
med
withfear,andyetIlongedtobenearertoit
og
andtolookuponitsdeadly
arbeid
work.
OldCotterwassittingatthefire,smoking,
da
whenIcamedownstairstosupper.
Mens
Whilemyauntwasladling
ut
outmystirabouthesaid,as
om
ifreturningtosomeformerremarkof
hans
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewas
akkurat
exactly...
buttherewas
noe
somethingqueer...
therewas
noe
somethinguncannyabouthim.
I’ll
fortelle
tellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhis
sinn
mind.
Tiresomeoldfool!
Whenwe
kjente
knewhimfirstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
snakker
talkingoffaintsandworms;
men
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
og
andhisendlessstoriesaboutthedistillery.
“I
har
havemyowntheoryaboutit,”he
sa
said.
“Ithinkitwas
en
oneofthose...
peculiarcases....
Men
Butit’shardtosay....”
Hebegantopuff
igjen
againathispipewithout
gi
givingushistheory.
My
onkel
unclesawmestaringand
sa
saidtome:.
“Well,soyour
gamle
oldfriendisgone,you’llbe
lei
sorrytohear.”
“Who?”
said
Jeg
I.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotter
her
herehasjusttoldus.
Hewaspassingbythehouse.”
I
visste
knewthatIwasunderobservationsoIcontinued
spise
eatingasifthenews
hadde
hadnotinterestedme.
My
onkel
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
og
andheweregreatfriends.
Den
Theoldchaptaughthim
en
agreatdeal,mindyou;
og
andtheysayhehad
et
agreatwishforhim.”
“Godhavemercyonhissoul,”
sa
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
så
lookedatmefora
stund
while.
Ifeltthathis
små
littlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
men
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimby
se
lookingupfrommyplate.
Hereturnedtohispipe
og
andfinallyspatrudelyintothegrate.
“Iwouldn’tlikechildrenofmine,”hesaid,“to
ha
havetoomuchtosayto
en
amanlikethat.”
“Howdoyou
mener
mean,MrCotter?”
askedmyaunt.
“WhatI
mener
meanis,”saidoldCotter,“it’s
dårlig
badforchildren.
Myidea
er
is:
letayounglad
løpe
runaboutandplaywithyoungladsofhis
egen
ownageandnotbe....
AmI
rett
right,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
sa
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
lære
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
alltid
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucianthere:
ta
takeexercise.
Why,whenIwasanipper
hver
everymorningofmylifeI
hadde
hadacoldbath,winter
og
andsummer.
Andthat’swhat
står
standstomenow.
Educationis
alt
allveryfineandlarge....
MrCotter
kan
mighttakeapickof
at
thatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,
nei
no,notforme,”said
gamle
oldCotter.
Myauntbroughtthedishfromthesafe
og
andputitonthetable.
“But
hvorfor
whydoyouthinkit’snot
bra
goodforchildren,MrCotter?”
she
spurte
asked.
“It’sbadforchildren,”
sa
saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
Når
Whenchildrenseethingslikethat,you
vet
know,ithasaneffect....”
Icrammedmymouth
med
withstiraboutforfearI
kunne
mightgiveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
gammel
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
sent
latewhenIfellasleep.
Om
ThoughIwasangrywith
gamle
oldCotterforalludingtomeas
et
achild,Ipuzzledmy
hodet
headtoextractmeaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
In
den
thedarkofmyroomIimaginedthatI
så
sawagaintheheavygrey
ansiktet
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrewtheblankets
over
overmyheadandtriedto
tenke
thinkofChristmas.
Butthegrey
ansiktet
facestillfollowedme.
Itmurmured;
og
andIunderstoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
noe
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedinginto
noen
somepleasantandviciousregion;
og
andthereagainIfoundit
venter
waitingforme.
Itbegantoconfesstomein
en
amurmuringvoiceandIwondered
hvorfor
whyitsmiledcontinuallyand
hvorfor
whythelipsweresomoist
med
withspittle.
ButthenI
husket
rememberedthatithaddiedofparalysis
og
andIfeltthatI
også
toowassmilingfeeblyas
om
iftoabsolvethesimoniacofhissin.
The
neste
nextmorningafterbreakfastI
gikk
wentdowntolookatthe
lille
littlehouseinGreatBritain
Street
Street.
Itwasanunassumingshop,registered
under
underthevaguenameofDrapery.
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
og
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
en
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,
sier
saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Nonoticewasvisible
nå
nowfortheshutterswere
opp
up.
Acrapebouquetwastiedtothedoor-knocker
med
withribbon.
Twopoorwomen
og
andatelegramboywere
leste
readingthecardpinnedonthecrape.
I
også
alsoapproachedandread:.
July1st,1895TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,MeathStreet),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
Thereadingofthecardpersuadedme
at
thathewasdeadandIwasdisturbedto
finne
findmyselfatcheck.
Hadhenotbeen
død
deadIwouldhavegoneintothe
lille
littledarkroombehindtheshopto
finne
findhimsittinginhisarm-chairbythefire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Kanskje
Perhapsmyauntwouldhavegivenme
en
apacketofHighToastforhim
og
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
alltid
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohisblacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembledtoo
mye
muchtoallowhimto
gjøre
dothiswithoutspillinghalfthesnuff
om
aboutthefloor.
Evenasheraisedhislargetrembling
hånd
handtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbled
gjennom
throughhisfingersoverthe
forsiden
frontofhiscoat.
It
kan
mayhavebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuffwhichgavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfaded
utseende
lookfortheredhandkerchief,blackened,asit
alltid
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsof
en
aweek,withwhichhe
prøvde
triedtobrushawaythefallengrains,was
ganske
quiteinefficacious.
Iwishedto
gå
goinandlookathim
men
butIhadnotthecouragetoknock.
I
gikk
walkedawayslowlyalongthesunnysideof
den
thestreet,readingallthetheatricaladvertisementsin
den
theshop-windowsasIwent.
IfounditstrangethatneitherInorthe
dagen
dayseemedinamourningmood
og
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyself
en
asensationoffreedomas
om
ifIhadbeenfreedfrom
noe
somethingbyhisdeath.
Iwonderedat
dette
thisfor,asmyuncle
hadde
hadsaidthenightbefore,he
hadde
hadtaughtmeagreat
avtale
deal.
HehadstudiedintheIrishcollegeinRome
og
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
He
hadde
hadtoldmestoriesabout
de
thecatacombsandaboutNapoleonBonaparte,
og
andhehadexplainedtome
de
themeaningofthedifferentceremoniesof
de
theMassandofthe
forskjellige
differentvestmentswornbythepriest.
Noen ganger
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfby
sette
puttingdifficultquestionstome,
spørre
askingmewhatoneshould
gjøre
doincertaincircumstancesorwhether
slike
suchandsuchsinsweremortal
eller
orvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestions
viste
showedmehowcomplexandmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
de
theChurchwhichIhad
alltid
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
og
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetome
at
thatIwonderedhowanybody
hadde
hadeverfoundinhimselfthecouragetoundertake
dem
them;
andIwasnotsurprised
da
whenhetoldmethatthefathersoftheChurch
hadde
hadwrittenbooksasthickasthePost
Office
OfficeDirectoryandascloselyprintedasthe
loven
lawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
alle
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
når
whenIthoughtofthisI
kunne
couldmakenoansweror
bare
onlyaveryfoolishandhaltingoneupon
som
whichheusedtosmile
og
andnodhisheadtwice
eller
orthrice.
Sometimesheusedto
sette
putmethroughtheresponsesoftheMass
som
whichhehadmademe
lære
learnbyheart;
and,asIpattered,he
pleide
usedtosmilepensivelyandnodhis
hodet
head,nowandthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuff
opp
upeachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledhe
pleide
usedtouncoverhisbigdiscolouredteeth
og
andlethistonguelieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
som
whichhadmademefeeluneasyinthebeginningofouracquaintance
før
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
gikk
walkedalonginthesunIremembered
gamle
oldCotter’swordsandtriedto
huske
rememberwhathadhappenedafterwardsinthe
drømmen
dream.
IrememberedthatI
hadde
hadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
og
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
Ifelt
at
thatIhadbeenvery
langt
faraway,insomeland
hvor
wherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
tenkte
thought....
ButIcouldnot
huske
remembertheendofthe
drømmen
dream.
Intheeveningmyaunt
tok
tookmewithhertovisitthe
hus
houseofmourning.
Itwas
etter
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesof
den
thehousesthatlookedto
den
thewestreflectedthetawnygoldof
en
agreatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusinthehall;
og
and,asitwouldhavebeenunseemlyto
ha
haveshoutedather,myauntshookhands
med
withherforall.
The
gamle
oldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
og
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoil
opp
upthenarrowstaircasebefore
oss
us,herbowedheadbeingscarcelyabove
den
thelevelofthebanister-rail.
Atthe
første
firstlandingshestoppedandbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowardsthe
åpne
opendoorofthedead-room.
Myaunt
gikk
wentinandtheoldwoman,
ser
seeingthatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontome
igjen
againrepeatedlywithherhand.
I
gikk
wentinontiptoe.
The
rommet
roomthroughthelaceendoftheblindwassuffusedwithduskygolden
lys
lightamidwhichthecandles
så
lookedlikepalethinflames.
He
hadde
hadbeencoffined.
Nanniegavethelead
og
andwethreekneltdownatthefootofthe
sengen
bed.
Ipretendedtopray
men
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
fordi
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistractedme.
Inoticedhowclumsilyherskirtwashookedat
den
thebackandhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretrodden
ned
downalltooneside.
Den
Thefancycametome
at
thattheoldpriestwassmilingashe
lå
laythereinhiscoffin.
Men
Butno.Whenwerose
og
andwentuptothe
hodet
headofthebedI
så
sawthathewasnotsmiling.
Der
Therehelay,solemnandcopious,vestedasforthealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
en
achalice.
Hisfacewas
veldig
verytruculent,greyandmassive,
med
withblackcavernousnostrilsandcircledby
en
ascantywhitefur.
Therewas
en
aheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
og
andcameaway.
Inthe
lille
littleroomdownstairswefoundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmy
vei
waytowardsmyusualchairinthecorner
mens
whileNanniewenttothesideboard
og
andbroughtoutadecanterofsherry
og
andsomewine-glasses.
Sheset
disse
theseonthetableandinvitedusto
ta
takealittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilled
ut
outthesherryintotheglasses
og
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
ta
takesomecreamcrackersalso
men
butIdeclinedbecauseI
trodde
thoughtIwouldmaketoo
mye
muchnoiseeatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
og
andwentoverquietlytothesofa
hvor
whereshesatdownbehindher
søster
sister.
Noonespoke:
we
alle
allgazedattheemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
ventet
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
sa
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
en
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
igjen
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingeredthestemofherwine-glass
før
beforesippingalittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
spurte
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
sa
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
når
whenthebreathwentoutof
ham
him.
Hehadabeautiful
død
death,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasinwithhim
en
aTuesdayandanointedhim
og
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
visste
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“He
ser
looksquiteresigned,”saidmyaunt.
“That’swhatthewomanwe
hadde
hadintowashhim
sa
said.
Shesaidhejust
så
lookedasifhewasasleep,he
så
lookedthatpeacefulandresigned.
Ingen
Noonewouldthinkhe’d
gjøre
makesuchabeautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”
sa
saidmyaunt.
Shesippedalittle
mer
morefromherglassand
sa
said:.
“Well,MissFlynn,atanyrateit
må
mustbeagreatcomfortforyouto
vite
knowthatyoudidallyou
kunne
couldforhim.
Youwere
begge
bothverykindtohim,I
må
mustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdress
over
overherknees.
“Ah,poorJames!”
she
sa
said.
“Godknowswedoneallwe
kunne
could,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
se
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nannie
hadde
hadleanedherheadagainstthesofa-pillow
og
andseemedabouttofallasleep.
“There’s
stakkars
poorNannie,”saidEliza,lookingat
henne
her,“she’sworeout.
Allthe
arbeidet
workwehad,sheandme,
komme
gettinginthewomantowashhim
og
andthenlayinghimout
og
andthenthecoffinandthenarranging
om
abouttheMassinthechapel.
Bare
OnlyforFatherO’RourkeIdon’t
vet
knowwhatwe’dhavedoneatall.
Itwashimbroughtus
alle
allthemflowersandthem
to
twocandlesticksoutofthechapel
og
andwroteoutthenoticefor
de
theFreeman’sGeneralandtookchargeof
alle
allthepapersforthecemetery
og
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’t
det
thatgoodofhim?”
saidmyaunt.
Eliza
lukket
closedhereyesandshookher
hodet
headslowly.
“Ah,there’snofriendslike
de
theoldfriends,”shesaid,“when
alt
allissaidanddone,
ingen
nofriendsthatabody
kan
cantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
sa
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
sikker
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
glemme
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
stakkars
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewasnogreat
trøbbel
troubletous.
Youwouldn’t
høre
hearhiminthehouseany
mer
morethannow.
Still,I
vet
knowhe’sgoneandalltothat....”
“It’s
når
whenit’salloverthatyou’llmisshim,”
sa
saidmyaunt.
“Iknowthat,”
sa
saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbe
bringe
bringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaanymore,noryou,ma’am,
sende
sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
stakkars
poorJames!”
Shestopped,as
om
ifshewerecommuningwiththe
fortiden
pastandthensaidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticed
det
therewassomethingqueercoming
over
overhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
brakte
bringinhissouptohim
der
thereI’dfindhimwithhisbreviary
falt
fallentothefloor,lying
tilbake
backinthechairandhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
en
afingeragainsthernose
og
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“But
fortsatt
stillandallhekepton
si
sayingthatbeforethesummerwas
over
overhe’dgooutforadriveone
fin
finedayjusttoseethe
gamle
oldhouseagainwherewewereallborn
ned
downinIrishtownandtakeme
og
andNanniewithhim.
Ifwe
kunne
couldonlygetoneofthemnew-fangledcarriagesthat
gjør
makesnonoisethatFatherO’Rourketoldhimabout,them
med
withtherheumaticwheels,for
de
thedaycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’s
over
overthewaythereand
kjøre
driveoutthethreeofus
sammen
togetherofaSundayevening.
He
hadde
hadhismindseton
det
that....
PoorJames!”
“TheLord
ha
havemercyonhissoul!”
sa
saidmyaunt.
Elizatook
ut
outherhandkerchiefandwipedhereyes
med
withit.
Thensheputit
tilbake
backagaininherpocket
og
andgazedintotheemptygratefor
noen
sometimewithoutspeaking.