―You, said Heron. Byron the greatest poet! He’s only a poet for uneducated people.

―He must be a fine poet! said Boland.

―You may keep your mouth shut, said Stephen, turning on him boldly. All you know about poetry is what you wrote up on the slates in the yard and were going to be sent to the loft for.

Boland, in fact, was said to have written on the slates in the yard a couplet about a classmate of his who often rode home from the college on a pony:

As Tyson was riding into Jerusalem

He fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum.

As Tyson was riding into Jerusalem He fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum.