A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (wasted)

w coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming d

his father looked at him throu

ame down the road where Betty By

ild rose

ittle gr

song. That

een wothe

then it gets cold. His mother put on t

ther. She played on the piano the sailor

ala

a tral

ala

ala

were older than his father and mother

s for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for Parnel

ther. They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up

en will a

te

gles will come and

ut his

log

log

ut his

log

ut his

ut his

log

lers the greasy leather orb flew like a heavy bird through the grey light. He kept on the fringe of his line, out of sight of his prefect, out of the reach of the rude feet, feigning to run now an

d greaves in his number and a hamper in the refectory. Nasty Roche had big ha

is you

answered: St

ty Roche

d of a na

ot been able to answer

s your

had an

entl

y Roche h

a mag

hands were bluish with cold. He kept his hands in the side pockets of his belted grey suit. That was

u such a bel

l had a

under a belt. I'd like to see you. He'd

he had pretended not to see that she was going to cry. She was a nice mother but she was not so nice when she cried. And his father had given him two five-shilling pieces for pocket money. And his father had told him if he wanted anything to write home to him and, whatever

Stephen,

Stephen,

re rubbing and kicking and stamping. Then Jack Lawton's yellow boots dodged out the ball and all the other boots and legs ran after. He ran after them a little way and then stopped. It wa

hat time under the windows. One day when he had been called to the castle the butler had shown him the marks of the soldiers' slugs in the wood of the door and had given him a piece of shortbread that the community ate. It was nice and warm to s

d in Leice

abbots b

a disease

one of

d and slimy the water had been! A fellow had once seen a big rat jump into the scum. Mother was sitting at the fire with Dante waiting for Brigid to bring in the tea. She had her feet on the fender and her jewelly slippers were so hot and they had such a lovely warm smell! Dante knew a lot of things. She had taught him where the Mozambique Channel was an

far out on t

ll

cried from the low

in! A

ll by its greasy lace. A fellow asked him to give it one last: but he walked on without even answering the fe

you speak. You ar

let on to be angry. But the sound was ugly. Once he had washed his hands in the lavatory of the Wicklow Hotel and his father pulled the stopper up by the chain after

e were two cocks that you turned and water came out: cold and hot. He felt cold and then

e gas would be lit and in burning it made a light noise like a little song. Always

ther Arnall wrote a hard sum

win? Go ahead, York!

breast of his jacket began to flutter. He was no good at sums, but he tried his best so that York might not lose. Father Arnall's face looke

The red rose wins. Come o

fluttered and fluttered as he worked at the next sum and heard Father Arnall's voice. Then all his eagerness passed away and he felt his face quite cool. He thought his face must be white because it felt so cool. He could not get out the answer for the sum but it did not matter. White roses and red roses: those were beautiful colours to think of. And the cards for first

blecloth was damp and limp. But he drank off the hot weak tea which the clumsy scullion, girt with a white apron, poured into his cup. He wondered whether the scullion's apron was damp too or whether all white

lothes and voices. He longed to be at home and lay his head on his mother's lap. But he c

cup of hot tea

you a pain or w

know, Ste

eming said, because your face

Stephe

ard the noise of the refectory every time he opened the flaps of his ears. It made a roar like a train at night. And when he closed the flaps the roar was shut off like a train going into a tunnel. That night at Dalkey the train had roared like

mmy Magee and the Spaniard who was allowed to smoke cigars and the little Portuguese who wore the woolly cap. And t

s able to hear for an instant the little song of the gas. The prefect was at the door with some b

he door and Wells came o

you kiss your mother

en an

d

o the other fe

ys he kisses his mother every

e and turned round, laughing. Steph

do

ls

says he doesn't kiss his mo

in third of grammar. He tried to think of Wells's mother but he did not dare to raise his eyes to Wells's face. He did not like Wells's face. It was Wells who had shouldered him into the square ditch the day before because he would not swop h

ll tried to think what was the right answer. Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother p

asted up inside from seventy-seven to seventy-six. But the Christmas vacation wa

free study he had coloured the earth green and the clouds maroon. That was like the two brushes in Dante's press, the brush with the green velvet back for

ill they were all different places that had different names. They were all in different countries and

aphy and read what he had written the

en De

of E

es Wood

ll

ty K

el

ro

Wo

Univ

leming one night for a cod had

edalus is

is my

is my dw

en my ex

the flyleaf from the bottom to the top till he came to his own name. Th

nd the universe to show where it st

think of God. God was God's name just as his name was Stephen. DIEU was the French for God and that was God's name too; and when anyone prayed to God and said DIEU then God knew at once that it was a French person that was praying. But,

reen or for the maroon, because Dante had ripped the green velvet back off the brush that was for Parnell one day with her scissors and had told him that Parnell was a bad man. He wondered if they were arguing at home about that.

as like a train going in and out of tunnels and that was like the noise of the boys eating in the refectory when you opened and closed the flaps of the ears. Term, vacation; tunnel, out; noise, stop. How far away it was! It was better to go to bed to sleep. Only prayers in the chapel and then bed. He shivered and yawned. It would be lovely in bed after the sheets got a bit hot. First they were so cold to get in

y lit and the chapel was darkly lit. Soon all would be dark and sleeping. There was cold night air in the chapel and the marbles were the colour the sea was at night. The

rayed above his head and hi

open

s shall annou

nto our a

ke haste

his neck and sighed as they prayed. They lived in Clane, a fellow said: there were little cottages there and he had seen a woman standing at the half-door of a cottage with a child in her arms as the cars had come past from Sallins. It would be lovely to sleep for one night in that

apel saying the last prayers. He prayed it

HEE, O LORD, THIS H

HE SNARES OF THE E

N TO PRESERVE US I

YS UPON US THROUG

M

rs and be in bed before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died. He rolled his stockings off and put on his nightshirt quickl

r and my mother an

brothers and sisters

d Uncle Charles an

, shaking and trembling. But he would not go to hell when he died; and the shaking would stop. A voice bade the boys in the dormitory good night. He peere

ss were in the ironing-room above the staircase. It was long ago. The old servants were quiet. There was a fire there, but the hall was still dark. A figure came up the staircase from the hall. He wore the white cloak of a marshal; his face was pale and strange; he held his hand pressed to his side. He looked out of strange eyes at the old servants. They looked at him and

here, great eyes like carriage-lamps. They were the ghosts of murderers, the figures of marshals who had received

LORD, THIS HABITATION AN

im. Getting up on the cars in the early wintry morning outside the door o

Hurray

cheered. They passed the farmhouse of the Jolly Farmer. Cheer after cheer after cheer. Through Clane they drove, cheering and cheered. The peasant women stood at t

t to and fro opening, closing, locking, unlocking the doors. They were men in dark blue and s

ere were lanterns in the hall of his father's house and ropes of green branches. There were holly and ivy round the pierglass and holly and ivy, green

ely

His mother kissed him. Was that right? His father was a ma

ses

d dressing and washing in the dormitory: a noise of clapping of hands as the prefect went up and down telling the fellows to look sha

weak. He tried to pull on his stocking. It had a

ing

ou not

know; and F

. I'll tell McGlad

's

ho

l Mc

ack in

he s

ened the stocking clinging to his fo

fellows talk among themselves about him as they dressed for mass. It was a

sed; they had gone. A

t spy on us, s

He looked at it and sa

ean to. Sur

d, never to peach on a fellow. He shook

ls

nour bright. It was o

f animals: or another different. That was a long time ago then out on the playgrounds in the evening light, creeping from point to point on the

inst the prefect's cold damp hand. That was the way a rat felt, slimy and damp and cold. Every rat had two eyes to look out of. Sleek slimy coats, little little feet tucked up to jump, black slimy eyes t

et up, that Father Minister had said he was to get up and dress and go to the inf

other Michael because w

ugh. But he could not laugh because his cheeks and lips wer

efect

h! Hayfoot!

he passed the door he remembered with a vague fear the warm turf-coloured bogwate

prefect spoke to Brother Michael and Brother Michael answered and called the prefect sir. He had reddish hair mixed with grey and a queer look. It was queer that he would always be a

d in one bed there was a fellow: a

young Dedal

up, Brother

, while Stephen was undressing, he asked Brothe

do! h

l. You'll get your walking papers i

ellow said. I'

Michael

ur walking pap

he long back of a tramhorse. He shook the poker gravely

while the fellow out of third of grammar

is mother and father? But it would be quicker for one of the priests to g

Mot

o go home. Please c

the in

fon

ep

was when Little had died. All the fellows would be at the mass, dressed in black, all with sad faces. Wells too would be there but no fellow would look at him. The rector would be there in a cope of black and gold and there would be tall yellow candles on the al

said over to himself the son

! The ca

ll, my

n the old

y eldest

n shall

els at

ng and tw

carry my

CHYARD! A tremor passed over his body. How sad and how beautiful! He wanted to cry quietly but not f

owl of beef-tea. He was glad for his mouth was hot and dry. He could hear them playin

s Athy and that his father kept a lot of racehorses that were spiffing jumpers and that his father would give a good tip to Brother Michael any time he wanted it because Brother Michael

in the papers, he said. Do y

Stephe

too, h

ght for a mo

ve a queer name too, Athy. My name is the

he

good at

en an

very

he

y is the county of Kildare like

at could be the an

ive

you see the joke? Athy is the town in the c

ee, Step

old riddl

moment

s

asked S

, you can ask that

u? said

said. Do you know the

aid St

ink of the othe

edclothes as he spoke. Then he

way but I won't te

him that he was not a magistrate like the other boys' fathers. Then why was he sent to that place with them? But his father had told him that he would be no stranger there because his granduncle had presented an address to the liberator there fifty years before. You could know the people of that

cloudy grey light over the playgrounds. There was no noise on the playgrounds. The

rink when you were in the infirmary. But he felt better now than before. It would be nice getting better slowly. You could get a book then. There was

l. It was like waves. Someone had put coal on and he heard voices. They were talking. It w

ip was entering: and he saw a multitude of people gathered by the waters' edge to see the ship that was entering their harbour. A tall man sto

he people and heard him say in a l

upon the catafalque. A wail of

Parnell! H

their knees, mo

velvet mantle hanging from her shoulders walking proudly

spread. They had come home a little late and still dinner was not ready: but it would be ready in a jiffy his mother had said. Th

glowing fire: and still from time to time he withdrew a hand from his coat-tail to wax out one of his moustache ends. Mr Casey leaned his head to one side and, smiling, tapped the gland of his neck with his fingers. And Stephen smiled too for he knew now that it was not true that Mr Casey had a purse of silver in his throat. He smiled to think how the silvery noise which Mr Casey used to mak

Yes... I wonder if there's any likelihood of dinner this evening. Yes... O

to Dante

tir out at al

ned and sa

N

ocker and filled the decanter slowly, bending now and then to see how much he had poured in. Then replacing the jar in th

, he said, just to

k, and placed it near him on

nking of our friend Chr

t of laughter and

that champagne f

us laugh

cunning in one of those warts on his b

nd, licking his lips profusely, began to

king to you, don't you know. He's very moist

ing and laughter. Stephen, seeing and hearing the hote

ass and, staring down at hi

ughing at, you l

dishes on the table. Mrs Dedalus f

ver, s

to the end of th

sit over. John, sit

o where uncle Cha

here's a bird her

laid his hand on the cover and t

, St

his place to say the

hich through Thy bounty we are about to

h of pleasure lifted from the dish the heavy cov

w that his father had paid a guinea for it in Dunn's of D'Olier Street and that the man had prodded i

sir. That's th

es and dishes and the great fire was banked high and red in the grate and the green ivy and red holly made you feel so happy and when dinner was ended the big p

l the pudding came. The deep low collar and the Eton jacket made him feel queer and oldish: and that morning when his mother had brought him dow

dish and began to eat

he's nearly lopside

us, you haven't given

seized th

pity the poor blind. Dante covere

tha

turned to u

e you o

s the ma

u,

ight. Go o

, here's something t

the table. Then he asked uncle Charles was it tender. Uncle Charles

ur friend made to the can

had that much in

HEN YOU CEASE TURNING THE HOUS

or any man calling himself a

edalus suavely. If they took a fool's advice t

id. They are doing their

aid, in all humility to pray to our Ma

again. They are right. The

from the altar, is

morality. A priest would not be a priest if he did

down her knife

t us have no political discussion o

harles. Now, Simon, that's quite

said Mr Ded

the dish bo

who's for m

swered. D

e for any cat

you, said Mrs Dedalus, t

ned on he

listen to the pastors of

them, said Mr Dedalus, so long

Ireland have spoken, said Da

, said Mr Casey, or the people

Dante, turning

said Mrs Dedalus

o bad! said

e we to desert him at the bi

y to lead, said Dante.

and black sinners, s

MILLSTONE WERE TIED ABOUT HIS NECK AND THAT HE WERE CAST INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA RATHER THAN T

ge if you ask me, sa

said uncle Ch

ut the bad language of the railway porter. Well now, that's all rig

turkey and splashes of sauce. Mrs Dedalus was eating little and Dante sat with her hands in her

we call the pope's nose. I

ong of the carving fork. Nobody spok

. I think I had better eat it myself be

d, replacing the dish-c

ence while he a

fine after all. There were

oke. He s

more strangers down

e bent towards their plates and, receiving no

as dinner has bee

Dante said, in a house where there is

s knife and fork no

lly with the lip or for the tub

urch, said Mr Case

coachman, yes,

ted, Dante said. They are

ace, mind you, in repose. You should see that fellow lappin

rimace of heavy bestiality and m

d not speak that way befo

said Dante hotly-the language he heard against

nguage with which the priests and the priests' pawns broke Parnell's heart

urned on him to betray him and rend him like rats in a sewe

te. They obeyed their bishops an

t even for one day in the year, said Mrs Dedal

aised his hands

ur opinions whatever they are without this bad t

Dante in a low voice

my church and my religion when it is in

ddle of the table and, resting his elbows be

you that story abou

, John, said

nstructive story. It happened not long a

ng towards Dante, said

c. I am a catholic as my father was and his father before him and his fath

you now, Dante said

r Dedalus smiling. Let u

The blackest protestant in the land would not

his head to and fro, croo

I tell you again, sai

d swaying his head, began to

man catholics That

again in good humour and set

tory, John. It wil

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 protestant

er hands over his eyes: long and white and thin and cold and soft. That

was one day down in Arklow, a cold bitter day, not l

Dedalus took a bone from his plate and tor

was kille

his eyes, sigh

h booing and baaing, man, you never heard. They called us all the names in the world. Well there was one old lady, and a drunken old harridan she was surely, that

ou do, John? as

t I had (saving your presence, ma'am) a quid of Tullamore in my mouth and sur

l, J

rest of it till at last she called that lady a name that I won't sully

s, lifting his head

did you

when she said it and I had my mouth full of tobacco jui

and made the a

her like that, ri

o his eye and gave a

! says she. I'M BLINDED!

t of coughing and

INDED E

back in his chair while uncle Ch

y angry and repeated

ce! Ha!

about the spit i

was what he had been in prison for and he remembered that one night Sergeant O'Neill had come to the house and had stood in the hall, talking in a low voice with his father and chewing nerv

ght at the band on the esplanade she had hit a gentleman on the head with her umbrell

ave a snort

an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always wer

s shook his

iness! A b

alus r

idden Godfo

ait of his grandfather

o money in the job. He was condemned to death as a whiteboy. But he had a saying about our

roke in

d of it! They are the apple of God's eye. TOUCH THE

n? asked Mr Casey. Are we not to fol

an adulterer! The priests were right to abandon him

faith? sai

e and, frowning angrily, prot

ornwallis? Didn't the bishops and priests sell the aspirations of their country in 1829 in return for catholic emancipation? Didn't the

glow rise to his own cheek as the spoken words thri

got little old Paul Cullen!

s the table and

lways right! God and moral

ing her exciteme

't excite yoursel

rything! Dante cried. God an

ed fist and brought it dow

d hoarsely, if it comes to

Dedalus, seizing his g

from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air fr

ed. We have had too much Go

Dante, starting to her feet a

chair again, talking to him from both sides reasonably. H

ith God

carpet and came to rest against the foot of an easy-chair. Mrs Dedalus rose quickly and followed her towards the do

We won! We crushed

slammed b

is holders, suddenly bowed his he

he cried loudly

loudly and

tricken face, saw that his fa

ked together in

ellow

ught near the

caugh

ster. They were on a car

the higher

ing

they run aw

id. Because they had fecked c

fecke

r. And they all w

ling. How could th

t it, Thunder! Wells sai

l us

d not to,

said. You might tell u

r. Wells looked round to see if anyo

ine they keep in the

Y

out who did it by the smell. And that'

w who had spo

eard too from the fel

still you had to speak under your breath. It was a holy place. He remembered the summer evening he had been there to be dressed as boatbearer, the evening of the Procession to the little altar in the wood. A strange and holy place. The boy that held the censer had swung it lifted by the middle chain to kee

was because a sprinter had knocked him down the day before, a fellow out of second of grammar. He had been thrown by the fellow's machine

et was coming: and some said that Barnes would be prof and some said it would be Flowers. And all over the playgrounds they were playing rounders and bowling twisters and lobs. And from h

been silent,

re all

towards h

W

you

tol

us,

to where Simon Moonan was walking b

im, he

ooked there a

y h

he i

ed his voi

ws scut? I will tell you but

Go on. You mig

moment and then

mon Moonan and Tusker Boy

looked at hi

au

t do

y s

ugg

s were silent:

that'

nice clothes and one night he had shown him a ball of creamy sweets that the fellows of the football fifteen had rolled down to him along the carpet in the middle of the refectory when he was at the door. It was the night of the match against the Bective Rangers; and the ball was made just

aiter was running up a trail of bunting on the flagstaff and a fox terrier was scampering to and fro on the sunny lawn. She had put her hand into his pocket where his hand was and he had felt how cool and thin and soft her hand was. She had said that pockets were f

day out of tiny pinholes and there was a queer smell of stale water there. And behind the door of one of the closets there was

s buildin

but it was very like a man with a beard. And on the wall of an

r wrote The

cod. But all the same it was queer what Athy said and the way he said it. It was not a cod bec

Flemin

be punished for wha

said. Three days' silence in the refectory an

g the note so that you can't open it and fold it again to

the prefect of studies was in

rebellion, Flem

ry silent and you could hear the cricket ba

s as

ing to be d

d, Athy said, and the fellows in the higher lin

king? asked the fellow

Corrigan, Athy answered. He's g

use a flogging wears off after a bit but a fellow that has been expelled from col

his play not t

il Thunder said. But I don't believe they will be f

t it on the vital spot. Wells rubbe

sir, le

ned up the sleeves o

't be

st be

with you

with y

was made of whalebone and leather with lead inside: and he wondered what was the pain like. There were different kinds of sounds. A long thin cane would have a high whistling sound and he wondered what was that pain like. It made him shivery to think of it and cold: and what Athy said too. But what

ey were terribly long and pointed nails. So long and cruel they were, though the white fattish hands were not cruel but gentle. And though he trembled with cold and fright to think of the cruel long nails and of the high whistling sound of the cane and of the chill you felt at the end of your shirt when you undressed

r out on the pl

ll

er voic

in! A

to show him how to hold his pen. He had tried to spell out the headline for himself though he knew already what it was for it was the last of the book. ZEAL WITHOUT PRUDENCE IS LIKE A SHIP ADRIFT

swung the censer and Dominic Kelly sang the first part by himself in the choir. But God was not in it of course when they stole it. But still it was a strange and a great sin even to touch it. He thought of it with deep awe; a terrible and strange sin: it thrilled him to think of it in the silence when the pens scraped lightly. But to drink the altar wine out of the press and be found out by the smell was a sin too: but it was not terrible and strange. It only made you feel a little sickish on account of the smell of the wine. Because on the day when he had made his first holy communion in the chapel he had shut his eyes and opened his mouth and put out his tongue a littl

f my life was the day on which

hey were all to be written out again with the corrections at once. But the worst of all was Fleming's theme because the pages were stuck together by a blot: and Father Arnall held it up by a corner and

elf, said Father Arnall sternly

h boy tried to answer it and could not. But his face was black-looking and his eyes were staring though his voice was so quiet

. You are one of the idlest boys I ever met

ent over their theme-books and began to write. A silence filled the classroom and Stephen, glan

Perhaps he would go to confession to the minister. And if the minister did it he would go to the rector: and the rector to the provincial: and the provincial to the general of the jesuits. That was called the order: and he had heard his father say that they were all clever men. They could all have become high-up people in the world if they had not beco

the prefect of studies. There was an instant of dead silence and then the l

? cried the prefect of studies. Any lazy id

of the class and saw

s boy? Why is he on his kne

ming

e. I can see it in your eye. Why

ather Arnall said, and he miss

studies, of course he did! A born idle

ndybat down on t

ming! Up

stood up

ied the prefe

came down on it with a loud smacking s

er h

down again in six

ried the prefe

knew how hard his hands were because Fleming was always rubbing rosin into them. But perhaps he was

idle loafers here, lazy idle little schemers. At your work, I tell you. Fat

oys in the side with

will Father Do

r, said Tom F

ct of studies. Make up your minds for that. Every d

heart jump

alus

not writing l

..m

ot speak w

ot writing,

aid Father Arnall, and I

What is this? Your name is!

alus

hemer. I see schemer in your face.

e middle of the class, b

our glasses? repeated

nder-pa

cried the prefect of stu

face, his baldy white-grey head with fluff at the sides of it, the steel rims of his specta

of studies. Broke my glasses! An old schoo

burning stinging tingling blow like the loud crack of a broken stick made his trembling hand crumple together like a leaf in the fire: and at the sound and the pain scalding tears were driven into his eyes. His whole body was shaking with fright, his arm was shaking

houted the pre

ade his hand shrink together with the palms and fingers in a livid quivering mass. The scalding water burst forth from his eyes and, burning with shame and agony and fear, he drew back his shaking arm in terror an

ried the prefe

else's that he felt sorry for. And as he knelt, calming the last sobs in his throat and feeling the burning tingling pain pressed into his sides, he thought of the hands which he had held out in the ai

the door. Father Dolan will be in every day to see if any boy,

closed be

mong them, helping the boys with gentle words and telling them the mistakes they had made. His

rn to your pl

n. Stephen, scarlet with shame, opened a book quickly with on

felt the touch of the prefect's fingers as they had steadied his hand and at first he had thought he was going to shake hands with him because the fingers were soft and firm: but then in an instant he had heard the swish of the soutane sleeve and the crash. It was cruel and unfair to make him kneel in the middle of the class then: and Father Arnall had told them both that they might return to their places without making any difference betw

g in the corridor as the classes were passing out in file t

lasses by accident, didn

filled by Fleming's w

g. I wouldn't stand it. I'd go

saw him lift the pandy-bat over his sh

you much? Nas

ch, Step

r Baldyhead. It's a stinking mean low trick, that's what it is. I'

s, do, said

m, Dedalus, said Nasty Roche, because he said

ell the rect

out of second of grammar lis

eople declared that Dedalus

iliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look

ose head was in the books of history. And the rector would declare that he had been wrongly punished because the senate and the Roman people always declared that the men who did that had been wrongly punished. Those were the great men whose names were in Richmal Magnall's Questions. History was all about those men and what they did an

that led to the castle. He had nothing to do but that: to turn to the right and walk fast up the staircase and in half a minute he would be in the low dark narrow corridor that led t

ould h

refect of studies had called him a schemer and pandied him for nothing: and, straining his weak eyes, tired with the tears, he watched big Corrigan's broad shoulders and big hanging black head passing in the file. But he had done something and besides Mr Gleeson would not flog him har

ink it was a schoolboy trick and then the prefect of studies would come in every day the same, only it would be worse because he would be dreadfully waxy at any fellow going up to the rector about him. The fellows had told him to go but they would not go th

e went on with the fellows he could never go up to the rector because he could not leave the playground for that. And if he went and was

rd the voice of the prefect of studies asking him twice what his name was. Why could he not remember the name when he was told the first time? Was he not listening the first time or was it to make fun out of the nam

come back, he had entered the low dark narrow corridor that led to the castle. And as he crossed the threshold of the door o

d not see. But he thought they were the portraits of the saints and great men of the order who were looking down on him silently as he passed: saint Ignatius Loyola holding an open book and pointing to the words AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM in it; saint Francis Xavier pointing to his chest; Lorenzo Ricci w

ere Hamilton Rowan had passed and the marks of the soldiers' slugs were there. And i

where was the rector's room and the old servant pointed to the door

in more loudly and his heart jumped

me

mbled for the handle of the green baize door in

re was a skull on the desk and a strange solemn

ace he was in and the silence of the room: and he look

man, said the r

down the thing in

my glas

pened his mo

O

smiled a

r glasses we must wri

en, and Father Arnall said I a

ht! said t

g again and tried to keep his l

t,

Y

y and pandied me because I

e could feel the blood rising to his face

ector

is Dedalu

, si

id you break

g out of the bicycle house and I fell and th

im again in silence. T

stake; I am sure Fath

broke them, sir,

u had written home for a

, s

n did not understand. You can say that I e

for fear his trembl

said he will come in tomor

a mistake and I shall speak to Fa

tears wetting his

sir,

desk where the skull was and Stephen, placing hi

he rector, withdrawin

, sir, sa

out of the room, closing the

alk faster and faster. Faster and faster he hurried on through the gloom excitedly. He bumped his elbow against t

broke into a run and, running quicker and quicker, ran across

They closed round him in a ring, p

us! Te

did

you g

did

us! Te

ad said and, when he had told them, all the fellows

ur

sent them up again spinni

oo! H

ill he struggled to get free. And when he had escaped from them they broke away in all directi

ur

nd three cheers for Conmee and they said he was

e would not be anyway proud with Father Dolan. He would be very quiet and obedient: a

ll of the fields in the country where they digged up turnips to peel them and eat them when they went out for

ould hear the bump of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet air the sound of the cri