s heresy.
Stephen murmured:
-- I meant a possibility of ever reaching.
It ate, appeased, folded up t across to him, saying:
-- OAs anotory.
But t so soon appeased. to er class joy.
A feter along the Drumcondra Road when he heard a voice cry:
-- !
urned and saotendants, time to teps. Boland, eps be red head.
As soon as turned into Clonliffe Road togeto speak about books and ers, saying epened to t for Boland , after some talk about te ers, Nasain Marryat er.
-- Fudge! said est er, Dedalus?
Steped tion and said:
-- Of prose do you mean?
-- Yes.
-- Nehink.
-- Is it Cardinal Newman? asked Boland.
-- Yes, ansephen.
turned to Stephen and said:
-- And do you like Cardinal Newman, Dedalus?
-- O, many say t Neyle, o tion, of course a poet.
-- And , heron? asked Boland.
-- Lord tennyson, of course, answered heron.
-- O, yes, Lord tennyson, said Nasry at home in a book.
At tep t vo:
-- tennyson a poet! er!
-- O, get out! said tennyson is test poet.
-- And poet? asked Boland, nudging his neighbour.
-- Byron, of course, ansephen.
hree joined in a scornful laugh.
-- are you laug? asked Stephen.
-- You, said est poet! for uneducated people.
-- be a fine poet! said Boland.
-- You may keep your mout, said Stepurning on poetry is e up on tes in to be sent to t for.
Boland, in fact, o ten on tes in t about a classmate of en rode he college on a pony:
As tyson o Jerusalem
his Alec Kafoozelum.
t put tenants to silence but on:
-- In any case Byron oo.
-- I dont care w eply.
-- You dont care ? said Nash.
-- do you kno it? sed Step a trans, or Boland either.
-- I kno Byron was a bad man, said Boland.
-- cic, . In a moment Stephen was a prisoner.
-- tate made you buck up t on, abo