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--
Well
,
I
hope
he
'll
be
as
good
a
man
as
his
father
.
That
's
all
I
can
say
,
said
Mr
Dedalus
.
--
If
he
is
,
he
'll
do
,
said
the
little
old
man
.
--
And
thanks
be
to
God
,
Johnny
,
said
Mr
Dedalus
,
that
we
lived
so
long
and
did
so
little
harm
.
--
But
did
so
much
good
,
Simon
,
said
the
little
old
man
gravely
.
Thanks
be
to
God
we
lived
so
long
and
did
so
much
good
.
Stephen
watched
the
three
glasses
being
raised
from
the
counter
as
his
father
and
his
two
cronies
drank
to
the
memory
of
their
past
.
An
abyss
of
fortune
or
of
temperament
sundered
him
from
them
.
His
mind
seemed
older
than
theirs
:
it
shone
coldly
on
their
strifes
and
happiness
and
regrets
like
a
moon
upon
a
younger
earth
.
No
life
or
youth
stirred
in
him
as
it
had
stirred
in
them
.
He
had
known
neither
the
pleasure
of
companionship
with
others
nor
the
vigour
of
rude
male
health
nor
filial
piety
.
Nothing
stirred
within
his
soul
but
a
cold
and
cruel
and
loveless
lust
.
His
childhood
was
dead
or
lost
and
with
it
his
soul
capable
of
simple
joys
and
he
was
drifting
amid
life
like
the
barren
shell
of
the
moon
.
Art
thou
pale
for
weariness
Of
climbing
heaven
and
gazing
on
the
earth
,
Wandering
companionless
?
He
repeated
to
himself
the
lines
of
Shelley
's
fragment
.
Its
alternation
of
sad
human
ineffectiveness
with
vast
inhuman
cycles
of
activity
chilled
him
and
he
forgot
his
own
human
and
ineffectual
grieving
.
*
*
*
Stephen
's
mother
and
his
brother
and
one
of
his
cousins
waited
at
the
corner
of
quiet
Foster
Place
while
he
and
his
father
went
up
the
steps
and
along
the
colonnade
where
the
Highland
sentry
was
parading
.
When
they
had
passed
into
the
great
hall
and
stood
at
the
counter
Stephen
drew
forth
his
orders
on
the
governor
of
the
bank
of
Ireland
for
thirty
and
three
pounds
;
and
these
sums
,
the
moneys
of
his
exhibition
and
essay
prize
,
were
paid
over
to
him
rapidly
by
the
teller
in
notes
and
in
coin
respectively
.
He
bestowed
them
in
his
pockets
with
feigned
composure
and
suffered
the
friendly
teller
,
to
whom
his
father
chatted
,
to
take
his
hand
across
the
broad
counter
and
wish
him
a
brilliant
career
in
after
life
.
He
was
impatient
of
their
voices
and
could
not
keep
his
feet
at
rest
.
