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Dubliners | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

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THESISTERS
Therewasno
hopp
hopeforhimthistime:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Natt
NightafternightIhadpassedthe
huset
house(itwasvacationtime)
och
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
och
andnightafternightI
hade
hadfounditlightedinthe
samma
sameway,faintlyandevenly.
Ifhewas
död
dead,Ithought,Iwould
se
seethereflectionofcandleson
den
thedarkenedblindforI
visste
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetat
den
theheadofacorpse.
He
hade
hadoftensaidtome:
“Iamnot
länge
longforthisworld,”andI
hade
hadthoughthiswordsidle.
Nu
NowIknewtheywere
sanna
true.
EverynightasIgazed
upp
upatthewindowI
sa
saidsoftlytomyselfthe
ordet
wordparalysis.
Ithadalwayssoundedstrangelyinmyears,
som
likethewordgnomonintheEuclid
och
andthewordsimonyintheCatechism.
Men
Butnowitsoundedtome
som
likethenameofsomemaleficent
och
andsinfulbeing.
Itfilledme
med
withfear,andyetIlongedtobenearertoit
och
andtolookuponitsdeadly
verk
work.
OldCotterwassittingatthe
elden
fire,smoking,whenIcamedownstairstosupper.
Medan
Whilemyauntwasladling
ut
outmystirabouthesaid,as
om
ifreturningtosomeformerremarkof
hans
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewas
exakt
exactly...
buttherewas
något
somethingqueer...
therewas
något
somethinguncannyabouthim.
I’ll
berätta
tellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhis
sinne
mind.
Tiresomeoldfool!
Whenwe
kände
knewhimfirstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
prata
talkingoffaintsandworms;
men
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
och
andhisendlessstoriesaboutthedistillery.
“I
har
havemyowntheoryaboutit,”he
sa
said.
“Ithinkitwas
en
oneofthose...
peculiarcases....
Men
Butit’shardtosay....”
Hebegantopuff
igen
againathispipewithout
ge
givingushistheory.
My
farbror
unclesawmestaringand
sa
saidtome:.
“Well,soyour
gamla
oldfriendisgone,you’llbe
ledsen
sorrytohear.”
“Who?”
said
Jag
I.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotter
här
herehasjusttoldus.
Hewaspassingbythehouse.”
I
visste
knewthatIwasunderobservationsoIcontinued
äta
eatingasifthenews
hade
hadnotinterestedme.
My
farbror
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
och
andheweregreatfriends.
Den
Theoldchaptaughthim
en
agreatdeal,mindyou;
och
andtheysayhehad
en
agreatwishforhim.”
“God
ha
havemercyonhissoul,”
sa
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
tittade
lookedatmefora
tag
while.
Ifeltthathis
små
littlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
men
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimby
titta
lookingupfrommyplate.
He
återvände
returnedtohispipeandfinallyspatrudelyintothegrate.
“Iwouldn’tlike
barn
childrenofmine,”hesaid,“to
ha
havetoomuchtosayto
en
amanlikethat.”
“Howdoyou
menar
mean,MrCotter?”
askedmyaunt.
“WhatI
menar
meanis,”saidoldCotter,“it’sbadforchildren.
My
idé
ideais:
letayounglad
springa
runaboutandplaywithyoungladsofhis
egen
ownageandnotbe....
AmI
rätt
right,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
sa
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
lära sig
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
alltid
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucianthere:
takeexercise.
Why,
när
whenIwasanipperevery
morgon
morningofmylifeIhad
ett
acoldbath,winterandsummer.
Och
Andthat’swhatstandstome
nu
now.
Educationisallvery
fint
fineandlarge....
MrCotter
kanske
mighttakeapickofthatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,no,notforme,”
sa
saidoldCotter.
Myaunt
tog
broughtthedishfromthesafe
och
andputitonthetable.
“But
varför
whydoyouthinkit’snot
bra
goodforchildren,MrCotter?”
she
frågade
asked.
“It’sbadforchildren,”
sa
saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
När
Whenchildrenseethingslikethat,you
vet
know,ithasaneffect....”
Icrammedmymouth
med
withstiraboutforfearI
kunna
mightgiveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
gammal
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
sent
latewhenIfellasleep.
ThoughIwasangrywith
gamla
oldCotterforalludingtomeasa
barn
child,Ipuzzledmyheadtoextractmeaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
In
den
thedarkofmyroomIimagined
att
thatIsawagaintheheavygrey
ansikte
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrewtheblankets
över
overmyheadandtriedto
tänka
thinkofChristmas.
Butthegreyface
fortfarande
stillfollowedme.
Itmurmured;
och
andIunderstoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
något
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedingintosomepleasant
och
andviciousregion;
andthere
återigen
againIfounditwaitingfor
mig
me.
Itbegantoconfesstomein
en
amurmuringvoiceandIwondered
varför
whyitsmiledcontinuallyand
varför
whythelipsweresomoist
med
withspittle.
ButthenIrememberedthatit
hade
haddiedofparalysisandI
kände
feltthatItoowassmilingfeeblyas
om
iftoabsolvethesimoniacofhissin.
Det
ThenextmorningafterbreakfastI
gick
wentdowntolookat
det
thelittlehouseinGreatBritain
Street
Street.
Itwasanunassumingshop,registered
under
underthevaguenameofDrapery.
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
och
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
en
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Ingen
Nonoticewasvisiblenowfortheshutterswere
upp
up.
Acrapebouquetwastiedtothedoor-knocker
med
withribbon.
Twopoorwomen
och
andatelegramboywere
läste
readingthecardpinnedonthecrape.
I
också
alsoapproachedandread:.
July1st,1895TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,MeathStreet),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
The
läste
readingofthecardpersuadedmethathewas
död
deadandIwasdisturbedtofindmyselfat
när
check.
Hadhenotbeen
död
deadIwouldhavegoneinto
det
thelittledarkroombehind
det
theshoptofindhimsittinginhisarm-chairby
det
thefire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Kanske
Perhapsmyauntwouldhave
gett
givenmeapacketofHighToastforhim
och
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
alltid
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohisblacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembledtoo
mycket
muchtoallowhimto
göra
dothiswithoutspillinghalfthesnuffaboutthefloor.
Även
Evenasheraisedhislargetrembling
hand
handtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbled
genom
throughhisfingersoverthe
framsidan
frontofhiscoat.
It
kan
mayhavebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuffwhich
gav
gavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfaded
utseende
lookfortheredhandkerchief,blackened,asit
alltid
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsof
en
aweek,withwhichhe
försökte
triedtobrushawaythefallengrains,was
ganska
quiteinefficacious.
Iwishedto
gå
goinandlookathim
men
butIhadnotthecouragetoknock.
I
gick
walkedawayslowlyalongthesunny
sidan
sideofthestreet,reading
alla
allthetheatricaladvertisementsin
den
theshop-windowsasIwent.
IfounditstrangethatneitherInorthe
dagen
dayseemedinamourningmood
och
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyselfasensationoffreedomas
om
ifIhadbeenfreedfrom
något
somethingbyhisdeath.
Iwonderedat
detta
thisfor,asmyuncle
hade
hadsaidthenightbefore,he
hade
hadtaughtmeagreatdeal.
He
hade
hadstudiedintheIrishcollegeinRome
och
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
He
hade
hadtoldmestoriesabout
de
thecatacombsandaboutNapoleonBonaparte,
och
andhehadexplainedtome
de
themeaningofthedifferentceremoniesof
de
theMassandofthe
olika
differentvestmentswornbythepriest.
Ibland
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfbyputtingdifficultquestionsto
mig
me,askingmewhatone
bör
shoulddoincertaincircumstances
eller
orwhethersuchandsuchsinsweremortal
eller
orvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestions
visade
showedmehowcomplexandmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
de
theChurchwhichIhad
alltid
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
och
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetomethatIwondered
hur
howanybodyhadeverfoundinhimselfthecouragetoundertake
dem
them;
andIwasnotsurprised
när
whenhetoldmethatthefathersoftheChurch
hade
hadwrittenbooksasthickasthePost
Office
OfficeDirectoryandascloselyprintedasthe
lagen
lawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
alla
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
när
whenIthoughtofthisI
kunde
couldmakenoansweror
bara
onlyaveryfoolishandhaltingoneupon
som
whichheusedtosmile
och
andnodhisheadtwice
eller
orthrice.
Sometimesheusedtoputmethrough
de
theresponsesoftheMass
som
whichhehadmademe
lära
learnbyheart;
and,asIpattered,he
brukade
usedtosmilepensivelyandnodhishead,
nu
nowandthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuff
upp
upeachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledhe
brukade
usedtouncoverhisbigdiscolouredteeth
och
andlethistonguelieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
som
whichhadmademefeeluneasyinthebeginningofouracquaintance
innan
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
gick
walkedalonginthesunIremembered
gamla
oldCotter’swordsandtriedtorememberwhat
hade
hadhappenedafterwardsinthe
drömmen
dream.
IrememberedthatI
hade
hadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
och
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
I
kände
feltthatIhadbeen
mycket
veryfaraway,insomelandwherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
tänkte
thought....
ButIcouldnotrememberthe
slutet
endofthedream.
Intheeveningmyaunt
tog
tookmewithhertovisitthe
hus
houseofmourning.
Itwas
efter
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesof
det
thehousesthatlookedto
det
thewestreflectedthetawnygoldof
en
agreatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusinthehall;
och
and,asitwouldhavebeenunseemlyto
ha
haveshoutedather,myauntshookhands
med
withherforall.
The
gamla
oldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
och
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoil
upp
upthenarrowstaircasebefore
oss
us,herbowedheadbeingscarcelyabove
den
thelevelofthebanister-rail.
Atthe
första
firstlandingshestoppedandbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowardsthe
öppna
opendoorofthedead-room.
Myauntwentin
och
andtheoldwoman,seeingthatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontome
igen
againrepeatedlywithherhand.
I
gick
wentinontiptoe.
The
rummet
roomthroughthelaceendof
den
theblindwassuffusedwithduskygolden
ljus
lightamidwhichthecandles
såg
lookedlikepalethinflames.
He
hade
hadbeencoffined.
Nanniegavethelead
och
andwethreekneltdownatthefootofthe
sängen
bed.
Ipretendedtopray
men
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
eftersom
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistracted
mig
me.
Inoticedhowclumsilyherskirtwashookedatthe
baksidan
backandhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretrodden
ner
downalltooneside.
Den
Thefancycametomethat
den
theoldpriestwassmilingashe
låg
laythereinhiscoffin.
Men
Butno.Whenwerose
och
andwentuptothe
huvud
headofthebedI
såg
sawthathewasnotsmiling.
Där
Therehelay,solemnandcopious,vestedasforthealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
en
achalice.
Hisfacewas
mycket
verytruculent,greyandmassive,
med
withblackcavernousnostrilsandcircledby
en
ascantywhitefur.
Therewasaheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
och
andcameaway.
Inthe
lilla
littleroomdownstairswefoundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmywaytowardsmyusualchairinthecorner
medan
whileNanniewenttothesideboard
och
andbroughtoutadecanterofsherry
och
andsomewine-glasses.
Sheset
dessa
theseonthetableandinvitedusto
ta
takealittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilled
ut
outthesherryintotheglasses
och
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
ta
takesomecreamcrackersalso
men
butIdeclinedbecauseI
trodde
thoughtIwouldmaketoo
mycket
muchnoiseeatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
och
andwentoverquietlytothesofa
där
whereshesatdownbehindher
syster
sister.
Noonespoke:
we
alla
allgazedattheemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
väntade
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
sa
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
en
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
igen
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingeredthestemofherwine-glass
innan
beforesippingalittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
frågade
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
sa
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
när
whenthebreathwentoutof
honom
him.
Hehadabeautiful
död
death,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasinwithhim
en
aTuesdayandanointedhim
och
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
visste
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“He
ser
looksquiteresigned,”saidmyaunt.
“That’swhat
det
thewomanwehadintowashhim
sa
said.
Shesaidhejust
såg
lookedasifhewasasleep,he
såg
lookedthatpeacefulandresigned.
Ingen
Noonewouldthinkhe’dmakesuchabeautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”
sa
saidmyaunt.
Shesippeda
lite
littlemorefromherglass
och
andsaid:.
“Well,MissFlynn,atanyrateit
måste
mustbeagreatcomfortforyouto
veta
knowthatyoudidallyou
kunde
couldforhim.
Youwere
båda
bothverykindtohim,I
måste
mustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdress
över
overherknees.
“Ah,poorJames!”
she
sa
said.
“Godknowswedoneallwe
kunde
could,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
se
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nannie
hade
hadleanedherheadagainstthesofa-pillow
och
andseemedabouttofallasleep.
“There’s
stackars
poorNannie,”saidEliza,lookingat
henne
her,“she’sworeout.
Allthe
arbete
workwehad,sheandme,
få
gettinginthewomantowashhim
och
andthenlayinghimout
och
andthenthecoffinandthenarranging
om
abouttheMassinthechapel.
Bara
OnlyforFatherO’RourkeIdon’t
vet
knowwhatwe’dhavedoneatall.
Itwashimbroughtus
alla
allthemflowersandthem
två
twocandlesticksoutofthechapel
och
andwroteoutthenoticefortheFreeman’sGeneral
och
andtookchargeofallthepapersforthecemetery
och
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’tthatgoodofhim?”
sa
saidmyaunt.
Elizaclosedhereyes
och
andshookherheadslowly.
“Ah,there’s
inga
nofriendsliketheoldfriends,”shesaid,“when
allt
allissaidanddone,
inga
nofriendsthatabody
kan
cantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
sa
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
säker
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
glömma
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
stackars
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewas
inte
nogreattroubletous.
Youwouldn’t
höra
hearhiminthehouseany
mer
morethannow.
Still,I
vet
knowhe’sgoneandalltothat....”
“It’s
när
whenit’salloverthatyou’ll
sakna
misshim,”saidmyaunt.
“I
vet
knowthat,”saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbe
ta
bringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaanymore,noryou,ma’am,
skicka
sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
stackars
poorJames!”
Shestopped,as
om
ifshewerecommuningwith
det
thepastandthensaidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticed
det
therewassomethingqueercomingoverhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
tog
bringinhissouptohimthereI’d
fann
findhimwithhisbreviaryfallentothefloor,lyingbackinthechairandhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
ett
afingeragainsthernose
och
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“But
ändå
stillandallhekepton
säga
sayingthatbeforethesummerwas
över
overhe’dgooutforadriveonefine
dag
dayjusttoseethe
gamla
oldhouseagainwherewewere
alla
allborndowninIrishtown
och
andtakemeandNannie
med
withhim.
Ifwecould
bara
onlygetoneofthemnew-fangledcarriages
som
thatmakesnonoisethat
Fader
FatherO’Rourketoldhimabout,them
med
withtherheumaticwheels,for
de
thedaycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’s
över
overthewaythereand
köra
driveoutthethreeofus
tillsammans
togetherofaSundayevening.
He
hade
hadhismindsetonthat....
Stackars
PoorJames!”
“TheLordhavemercyonhissoul!”
sa
saidmyaunt.
Elizatookoutherhandkerchief
och
andwipedhereyeswith
den
it.
Thensheputit
tillbaka
backagaininherpocket
och
andgazedintotheemptygrateforsometime
utan
withoutspeaking.