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—I am curious to know now what he meant by that ex-
pression.
He turned again to Stephen and said in a whisper:
—Do you believe in Jesus? I believe in man. Of course, I
don’t know if you believe in man. I admire you, sir. I admire
the mind of man independent of all religions. Is that your
opinion about the mind of Jesus?
—Go on, Temple, said the stout ruddy student, return-
ing, as was his wont, to his first idea, that pint is waiting for
you.
—He thinks I’m an imbecile, Temple explained to Ste-
phen, because I’m a believer in the power of mind.
Cranly linked his arms into those of Stephen and his ad-
mirer and said:
—NOS AD MANUM BALLUM JOCABIMUS.
Stephen, in the act of being led away, caught sight of
MacCann’s flushed blunt-featured face.
—My signature is of no account, he said politely. You are
right to go your way. Leave me to go mine.
—Dedalus, said MacCann crisply, I believe you’re a good
fellow but you have yet to learn the dignity of altruism and
the responsibility of the human individual.
A voice said:
—Intellectual crankery is better out of this movement
than in it.
Stephen, recognizing the harsh tone of MacAlister’s voice
did not turn in the direction of the voice. Cranly pushed
solemnly through the throng of students, linking Stephen
and Temple like a celebrant attended by his ministers on his

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