―They were nature’s gentlemen, J. J. O’Molloy murmured. But we have also Roman law.

―And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.

―Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. 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.