―何でしょう、父上。 第183投。33ページ、86行目。 —Yes, sir? —Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she? —Bathing Crissie, sir. Papa’s little bedpal. Lump of love. —No, uncle Richie... —Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It…

両の足はにわかに堂々としたリズムで 第182投。35ページ、207行目。 His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on se…

偉そうに歩いている。 第161投。35ページ、185行目。 Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like? Forget: a dispossessed. With mother’s money order, eight shillings, the banging door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher…