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Chapter 5
Thegipsystudentrespondedtothecloseoftheperiodbycrying:
—Threecheersforuniversalbrotherhood!
—Goon,Temple,saidastoutruddystudentnearhim.I’llstandyouapintafter.
—I’mabelieverinuniversalbrotherhood,saidTemple,glancingabouthimoutofhisdarkovaleyes.Marxisonlyabloodycod.
Cranlygrippedhisarmtightlytocheckhistongue,smilinguneasily,andrepeated:
—Easy,easy,easy!
Templestruggledtofreehisarmbutcontinued,hismouthfleckedbyathinfoam:
—SocialismwasfoundedbyanIrishmanandthefirstmaninEuropewhopreachedthefreedomofthoughtwasCollins.Twohundredyearsago.Hedenouncedpriestcraft,thephilosopherofMiddlesex.ThreecheersforJohnAnthonyCollins!
Athinvoicefromthevergeoftheringreplied:
—Pip!pip!
MoynihanmurmuredbesideStephen’sear:
—AndwhataboutJohnAnthony’spoorlittlesister:
LottieCollinslostherdrawers;
Won’tyoukindlylendheryours?
StephenlaughedandMoynihan,pleasedwiththeresult,murmuredagain:
—We’llhavefivebobeachwayonJohnAnthonyCollins.
—Iamwaitingforyouranswer,saidMacCannbriefly.
—Theaffairdoesn’tinterestmeintheleast,saidStephenwearily.
