―Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matinée . Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!

He whispered then near Stephen’s ear:

Lenehen’s Limerick

―There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh

Who wears goggles of ebony hue.

As he mostly sees double

To wear them why trouble?

I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you?