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—
I
have
rebel
blood
in
me
too
,
Mr
Deasy
said
.
On
the
spindle
side
.
But
I
am
descended
from
sir
John
Blackwood
who
voted
for
the
union
.
We
are
all
Irish
,
all
kings
’
sons
.
—
Alas
,
Stephen
said
.
—
Per
vias
rectas
,
Mr
Deasy
said
firmly
,
was
his
motto
.
He
voted
for
it
and
put
on
his
topboots
to
ride
to
Dublin
from
the
Ards
of
Down
to
do
so
.
Lal
the
ral
the
ra
The
rocky
road
to
Dublin
.
A
gruff
squire
on
horseback
with
shiny
topboots
.
Soft
day
,
sir
John
!
Soft
day
,
your
honour
!
.
.
.
Day
!
.
.
.
Day
!
.
.
.
Two
topboots
jog
dangling
on
to
Dublin
.
Lal
the
ral
the
ra
.
Lal
the
ral
the
raddy
.
—
That
reminds
me
,
Mr
Deasy
said
.
You
can
do
me
a
favour
,
Mr
Dedalus
,
with
some
of
your
literary
friends
.
I
have
a
letter
here
for
the
press
.
Sit
down
a
moment
.
I
have
just
to
copy
the
end
.
He
went
to
the
desk
near
the
window
,
pulled
in
his
chair
twice
and
read
off
some
words
from
the
sheet
on
the
drum
of
his
typewriter
.
—
Sit
down
.
Excuse
me
,
he
said
over
his
shoulder
,
the
dictates
of
common
sense
.
Just
a
moment
.
He
peered
from
under
his
shaggy
brows
at
the
manuscript
by
his
elbow
and
,
muttering
,
began
to
prod
the
stiff
buttons
of
the
keyboard
slowly
,
sometimes
blowing
as
he
screwed
up
the
drum
to
erase
an
error
.
