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The
proud
potent
titles
clanged
over
Stephen
’
s
memory
the
triumph
of
their
brazen
bells
:
et
unam
sanctam
catholicam
et
apostolicam
ecclesiam
:
the
slow
growth
and
change
of
rite
and
dogma
like
his
own
rare
thoughts
,
a
chemistry
of
stars
.
Symbol
of
the
apostles
in
the
mass
for
pope
Marcellus
,
the
voices
blended
,
singing
alone
loud
in
affirmation
:
and
behind
their
chant
the
vigilant
angel
of
the
church
militant
disarmed
and
menaced
her
heresiarchs
.
A
horde
of
heresies
fleeing
with
mitres
awry
:
Photius
and
the
brood
of
mockers
of
whom
Mulligan
was
one
,
and
Arius
,
warring
his
life
long
upon
the
consubstantiality
of
the
Son
with
the
Father
,
and
Valentine
,
spurning
Christ
’
s
terrene
body
,
and
the
subtle
African
heresiarch
Sabellius
who
held
that
the
Father
was
Himself
His
own
Son
.
Words
Mulligan
had
spoken
a
moment
since
in
mockery
to
the
stranger
.
Idle
mockery
.
The
void
awaits
surely
all
them
that
weave
the
wind
:
a
menace
,
a
disarming
and
a
worsting
from
those
embattled
angels
of
the
church
,
Michael
’
s
host
,
who
defend
her
ever
in
the
hour
of
conflict
with
their
lances
and
their
shields
.
Hear
,
hear
!
Prolonged
applause
.
Zut
!
Nom
de
Dieu
!
—
Of
course
I
’
m
a
Britisher
,
Haines
’
s
voice
said
,
and
I
feel
as
one
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
see
my
country
fall
into
the
hands
of
German
jews
either
.
That
’
s
our
national
problem
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
just
now
.
Two
men
stood
at
the
verge
of
the
cliff
,
watching
:
businessman
,
boatman
.
—
She
’
s
making
for
Bullock
harbour
.
The
boatman
nodded
towards
the
north
of
the
bay
with
some
disdain
.
—
There
’
s
five
fathoms
out
there
,
he
said
.
It
’
ll
be
swept
up
that
way
when
the
tide
comes
in
about
one
.
It
’
s
nine
days
today
.
The
man
that
was
drowned
.
A
sail
veering
about
the
blank
bay
waiting
for
a
swollen
bundle
to
bob
up
,
roll
over
to
the
sun
a
puffy
face
,
saltwhite
.
Here
I
am
.
They
followed
the
winding
path
down
to
the
creek
.
Buck
Mulligan
stood
on
a
stone
,
in
shirtsleeves
,
his
unclipped
tie
rippling
over
his
shoulder
.
A
young
man
clinging
to
a
spur
of
rock
near
him
,
moved
slowly
frogwise
his
green
legs
in
the
deep
jelly
of
the
water
.
