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—
Pyrrhus
,
sir
?
Pyrrhus
,
a
pier
.
All
laughed
.
Mirthless
high
malicious
laughter
.
Armstrong
looked
round
at
his
classmates
,
silly
glee
in
profile
.
In
a
moment
they
will
laugh
more
loudly
,
aware
of
my
lack
of
rule
and
of
the
fees
their
papas
pay
.
—
Tell
me
now
,
Stephen
said
,
poking
the
boy
’
s
shoulder
with
the
book
,
what
is
a
pier
.
—
A
pier
,
sir
,
Armstrong
said
.
A
thing
out
in
the
water
.
A
kind
of
a
bridge
.
Kingstown
pier
,
sir
.
Some
laughed
again
:
mirthless
but
with
meaning
.
Two
in
the
back
bench
whispered
.
Yes
.
They
knew
:
had
never
learned
nor
ever
been
innocent
.
All
.
With
envy
he
watched
their
faces
:
Edith
,
Ethel
,
Gerty
,
Lily
.
Their
likes
:
their
breaths
,
too
,
sweetened
with
tea
and
jam
,
their
bracelets
tittering
in
the
struggle
.
—
Kingstown
pier
,
Stephen
said
.
Yes
,
a
disappointed
bridge
.
The
words
troubled
their
gaze
.
—
How
,
sir
?
Comyn
asked
.
A
bridge
is
across
a
river
.
For
Haines
’
s
chapbook
.
No
-
one
here
to
hear
.
Tonight
deftly
amid
wild
drink
and
talk
,
to
pierce
the
polished
mail
of
his
mind
.
What
then
?
A
jester
at
the
court
of
his
master
,
indulged
and
disesteemed
,
winning
a
clement
master
’
s
praise
.
Why
had
they
chosen
all
that
part
?
Not
wholly
for
the
smooth
caress
.
For
them
too
history
was
a
tale
like
any
other
too
often
heard
,
their
land
a
pawnshop
.
Had
Pyrrhus
not
fallen
by
a
beldam
’
s
hand
in
Argos
or
Julius
Caesar
not
been
knifed
to
death
.
They
are
not
to
be
thought
away
.
Time
has
branded
them
and
fettered
they
are
lodged
in
the
room
of
the
infinite
possibilities
they
have
ousted
.
But
can
those
have
been
possible
seeing
that
they
never
were
?
Or
was
that
only
possible
which
came
to
pass
?
Weave
,
weaver
of
the
wind
.
