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--
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
.
--
Really
,
Simon
,
you
should
not
speak
that
way
before
Stephen
.
It
's
not
right
.
--
O
,
he
'll
remember
all
this
when
he
grows
up
,
said
Dante
hotly
--
the
language
he
heard
against
God
and
religion
and
priests
in
his
own
home
.
--
Let
him
remember
too
,
cried
Mr
Casey
to
her
from
across
the
table
,
the
language
with
which
the
priests
and
the
priests
'
pawns
broke
Parnell
's
heart
and
hounded
him
into
his
grave
.
Let
him
remember
that
too
when
he
grows
up
.
--
Sons
of
bitches
!
cried
Mr
Dedalus
.
When
he
was
down
they
turned
on
him
to
betray
him
and
rend
him
like
rats
in
a
sewer
.
Low-lived
dogs
!
And
they
look
it
!
By
Christ
,
they
look
it
!
--
They
behaved
rightly
,
cried
Dante
.
They
obeyed
their
bishops
and
their
priests
.
Honour
to
them
!
--
Well
,
it
is
perfectly
dreadful
to
say
that
not
even
for
one
day
in
the
year
,
said
Mrs
Dedalus
,
can
we
be
free
from
these
dreadful
disputes
!
