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— Prove that he was a jew, John Eglinton dared, expectantly. Your dean of studies holds he was a holy Roman.



Sufflaminandus sum.



— He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.



— A myriadminded man, Mr Best reminded. Coleridge called him myriadminded.

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Amplius. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.

Aquinas


— Saint Thomas, Stephen began...



— Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.



There he keened a wailing rune.



— Pogue mahone! Acushla machree! It's destroyed we are from this day! It's destroyed we are surely!



All smiled their smiles.



— Saint Thomas, Stephen, smiling, said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, it may be, hungers for it. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the jews (for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.

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Aquinas cites Augustine: "For if it is iniquitous to plough beyond our own boundaries through the greed of gain, is it not much more iniquitous to transgress the recognized boundaries of morals through sexual lust?"

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storm was shelter


— Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.



— Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.



— Which will? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.



— The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will's widow, is the will to die.



— Requiescat! Stephen prayed.

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