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--
The
more
shame
to
you
now
,
Dante
said
,
to
speak
as
you
do
.
--
The
story
,
John
,
said
Mr
Dedalus
smiling
.
Let
us
have
the
story
anyhow
.
--
Catholic
indeed
!
repeated
Dante
ironically
.
The
blackest
protestant
in
the
land
would
not
speak
the
language
I
have
heard
this
evening
.
Mr
Dedalus
began
to
sway
his
head
to
and
fro
,
crooning
like
a
country
singer
.
--
I
am
no
protestant
,
I
tell
you
again
,
said
Mr
Casey
,
flushing
.
Mr
Dedalus
,
still
crooning
and
swaying
his
head
,
began
to
sing
in
a
grunting
nasal
tone
:
O
,
come
all
you
Roman
catholics
That
never
went
to
mass
.
He
took
up
his
knife
and
fork
again
in
good
humour
and
set
to
eating
,
saying
to
Mr
Casey
:
--
Let
us
have
the
story
,
John
.
It
will
help
us
to
digest
.
Stephen
looked
with
affection
at
Mr
Casey
's
face
which
stared
across
the
table
over
his
joined
hands
.
He
liked
to
sit
near
him
at
the
fire
,
looking
up
at
his
dark
fierce
face
.
But
his
dark
eyes
were
never
fierce
and
his
slow
voice
was
good
to
listen
to
.
But
why
was
he
then
against
the
priests
?
Because
Dante
must
be
right
then
.
But
he
had
heard
his
father
say
that
she
was
a
spoiled
nun
and
that
she
had
come
out
of
the
convent
in
the
Alleghanies
when
her
brother
had
got
the
money
from
the
savages
for
the
trinkets
and
the
chainies
.
Perhaps
that
made
her
severe
against
Parnell
.
And
she
did
not
like
him
to
play
with
Eileen
because
Eileen
was
a
protestant
and
when
she
was
young
she
knew
children
that
used
to
play
with
protestants
and
the
protestants
used
to
make
fun
of
the
litany
of
the
Blessed
Virgin
.
TOWER
OF
IVORY
they
used
to
say
,
HOUSE
OF
GOLD
!
How
could
a
woman
be
a
tower
of
ivory
or
a
house
of
gold
?
Who
was
right
then
?
And
he
remembered
the
evening
in
the
infirmary
in
Clongowes
,
the
dark
waters
,
the
light
at
the
pierhead
and
the
moan
of
sorrow
from
the
people
when
they
had
heard
.
