―I never liked the idea of sending him to the christian brothers myself, said Mrs. Dedalus.

―Christian brothers be damned! said Mr. Dedalus. Is it with Paddy Stink and Micky Mud? No, let him stick to the jesuits in God’s name since he began with them. They’ll be of service to him in after years. Those are the fellows that can get you a position.

―And they’re a very rich order, aren’t they, Simon?

―Rather. They live well, I tell you. You saw their table at Clongowes. Fed up, by God, like gamecocks.

Mr. Dedalus pushed his plate over to Stephen and bade him finish what was on it.

―Now then, Stephen, he said, you must put your shoulder to the wheel, old chap. You’ve had a fine long holiday.