Monday 8 April 2013

----The bishops and priests of Ireland have spoken, said Dante, and they must be obeyed.

----Let them leave politics alone, said Mr Casey, or the people may leave their church alone.

----You hear? said Dante turning to Mrs Dedalus.

----Mr Casey! Simon! said Mrs Dedalus. Let it end now.

----Too bad! Too bad! said uncle Charles.

----What? cried Mr Dedalus. Were we to desert him at the bidding of the English people?

----He was no longer worthy to lead, said Dante. He was a public sinner.

----We are all sinners and black sinners, said Mr Casey coldly.

----Woe be to the man by whom the scandal cometh! said Mrs Riordan. It would be better for him that a millstone were tied about his neck and that he were cast into the depth of the sea rather than that he should scandalise one of these, my little ones. That is the language of the Holy Ghost.

----And very bad language if you ask me, Mr Dedalus coolly.

----Simon! Simon! said uncle Charles. The boy.

----Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus. I meant about the...I was thinking about the bad language of that railways porter. Well now, that's all right. Here, Stephen, show me your plate, old chap. Eat away now. Here.

He heaped up the food on Stephen's plate and served uncle Charles and Mr Casey to large pieces of turkey and splashes of sauces. Mrs Dedalus was eating little and Dante sat with her hands in her lap. She was red in the face. Mr Dedalus rooted with the carvers at the end of the dish and said:

----There's a tasy bit here we call the pope's nose. If any lady or gentleman...

He held a piece of fowl up on the prong of the

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