―Really, Simon, you should not speak that way before Stephen. It’s not right.

―O, he’ll remember all this when he grows up, said Dante hotly⁠—the language he heard against God and religion and priests in his own home.

―Let him remember too, cried Mr. Casey to her from across the table, the language with which the priests and the priests’ pawns broke Parnell’s heart and hounded him into his grave. Let him remember that too when he grows up.

―Sons of bitches! cried Mr. Dedalus. When he was down they turned on him to betray him and rend him like rats in a sewer. Lowlived dogs! And they look it! By Christ, they look it!

―They behaved rightly, cried Dante. They obeyed their bishops and their priests. Honour to them!