―War! War! cried Father Cowley. You’re the warrior.

―So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or money.

He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

―Sure, you’d burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

―Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben. Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there.