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economic, not touching religion, domain the priest spells
poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with
goahead America. Turks. It’s in the dogma. Because if
they didn’t believe they’d go straight to heaven when they
die they’d try to live better, at least so I think. That’s the
juggle on which the p.p’s raise the wind on false pretences.
I’m, he resumed with dramatic force, as good an Irishman
as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I
want to see everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes
pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no
niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of
300 pounds per annum. That’s the vital issue at stake and
it’s feasible and would be provocative of friendlier
intercourse between man and man. At least that’s my idea
for what it’s worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi patria, as we
learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater,
vita bene. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you
work.
Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee,
listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen
stared at nothing in particular. He could hear, of course,
all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about
Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all
colours of different sorts of the same sand where they had
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