―That’s three generations⁠—four generations, said another of the company. Why, Johnny Cashman, you must be nearing the century.

―Well, I’ll tell you the truth, said the little old man. I’m just twentyseven years of age.

―We’re as old as we feel, Johnny, said Mr. Dedalus. And just finish what you have there and we’ll have another. Here, Tim or Tom or whatever your name is, give us the same again here. By God, I don’t feel more than eighteen myself. There’s that son of mine there not half my age and I’m a better man than he is any day of the week.

―Draw it mild now, Dedalus. I think it’s time for you to take a back seat, said the gentleman who had spoken before.