Wednesday 13 March 2013

and a hamper in the refectory. Nasty Roche had big hands. He called the Friday pudding dog-in-the-blanket. And one day he had asked:

----What is your name?

Stephen answered:

----Stephen Dedalus.

Then Nasty Roche had said:

----What kind of a name is that?

And when Stephen had not been able to answer Nasty Roche had asked:

----What is your father?

Stephen had answered:

----A gentleman.

Then Nasty Roche had asked:

----Is he a magistrate?

He crept about from point to point on the fringe of his line, making little runs now and then. But his hands were bluish with cold. He kept his hands in the sidepockets of his belted grey suit. That was a belt round his pocket. And belt was also to give a fellow a belt. One day a fellow had said to Cantwell.

----I'd give you such a belt in a second.

Cantwell had answered:

----Go and fight your match. Give Cecil Thunder a belt. I'd like to see you. He'd give you a toe in the rump for yourself.

That was not a nice expression. His mother had told him not to speak with the rough boys in the college. Nice mother! The first day in the hall of the castle when she had said goodbye she had put up her veil double to her nose to kiss him: and her nose and eyes were red. But he had pretended not to see  that she was going to cry. She was a nice mother but she was not so nice when she cried. And his father had given him two fiveshilling pieces for pocket money. And his father had told him if he

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