O’Molloy asked. It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going swimmingly …
―First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?
Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from the hallway.
Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.
― Entrez, mes enfants! Lenehan cried.
―I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.
―How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your governor is just gone.
???
Lenehan said to all:
―Silence! What opera resembles a railway line? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.
Stephen