He poured sauce freely over Stephen’s plate and set the boat again on the table. Then he asked uncle Charles was it tender. Uncle Charles could not speak because his mouth was full but he nodded that it was.

―That was a good answer our friend made to the canon. What? said Mr. Dedalus.

―I didn’t think he had that much in him, said Mr. Casey.

― I’ll pay your dues, father, when you cease turning the house of God into a polling-booth.

―A nice answer, said Dante, for any man calling himself a catholic to give to his priest.