―No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered, The Croppy Boy . Our native Doric.

―Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.

―Do, do, they begged in one.

I’ll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay. To me. How much?

―What key? Six sharps?

―F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.

Bob Cowley’s outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.