Tuesday 9 April 2013

carvingfork. Nobody spoke. He put it on his own plate, saying:

----Well, you can't say but you were asked. I think I had better eat it myself because I'm not well in my health lately.

He winked at Stephen and, replacing the dishcover, began to eat again.

There was silence while he ate. Then he said:

----Well now, the day kept up fine after all. There were plenty of strangers down too.

Nobody spoke. He said again:

----I think there were more strangers down than last Christmas.

He looked round at the others whose faces were bent towards their plates and, receiving no reply, waited for a moment and said bitterly:

----Well, my Christmas dinner has been spoiled anyhow.

----There could be neither luck nor grace, Dante said, in a house where there is no respect for the pastors of the church.

Mr Dedalus threw his knife and fork noisily on his plate.

----Respect! he said. Is it for Billy with the lip or for the tub of guts up in Armagh? Respect!

----Princes of the church, said Mr Casey with slow scorn.

----Lord Leitrim's coachman, yes, said Mr Dedalus.

----They are the Lord's anointed, Dante said,. They are an honour to their country.

----Tub of guts, said Mr Dedalus coarsely. He has a handsome face, mind you, in repose. You should see that fellow lapping up his bacon and cabbage of a cold winter's day. O Johnny!

He twisted his features into a grimace of heavy bestiality and made a lapping noise with his lips.

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