―Woe be to the man by whom the scandal cometh! said Mrs. Riordan. It would be better for him that a millstone were tied about his neck and that he were cast into the depths of the sea rather than that he should scandalise one of these, my least little ones. That is the language of the Holy Ghost.

―And very bad language if you ask me, said Mr. Dedalus coolly.

―Simon! Simon! said uncle Charles. The boy.

―Yes, yes, said Mr. Dedalus. I meant about the⁠ ⁠… I was thinking about the bad language of the railway porter. Well now, that’s all right. Here, Stephen, show me your plate, old chap. Eat away now. Here.