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Chapter 2
IsawthreegenerationssinceO’Connell’stime.Irememberthefaminein’46.DoyouknowthattheorangelodgesagitatedforrepealoftheuniontwentyyearsbeforeO’Connelldidorbeforetheprelatesofyourcommuniondenouncedhimasademagogue?Youfeniansforgetsomethings.
Glorious,piousandimmortalmemory.ThelodgeofDiamondinArmaghthesplendidbehungwithcorpsesofpapishes.Hoarse,maskedandarmed,theplanters’covenant.Theblacknorthandtruebluebible.Croppiesliedown.
Stephensketchedabriefgesture.
—Ihaverebelbloodinmetoo,MrDeasysaid.Onthespindleside.ButIamdescendedfromsirJohnBlackwoodwhovotedfortheunion.WeareallIrish,allkings’sons.
—Alas,Stephensaid.
—Perviasrectas,MrDeasysaidfirmly,washismotto.HevotedforitandputonhistopbootstoridetoDublinfromtheArdsofDowntodoso.
Laltheralthera
TherockyroadtoDublin.
Agruffsquireonhorsebackwithshinytopboots.Softday,sirJohn!Softday,yourhonour!...Day!...Day!...TwotopbootsjogdanglingontoDublin.Laltheralthera.Laltheraltheraddy.
—Thatremindsme,MrDeasysaid.Youcandomeafavour,MrDedalus,withsomeofyourliteraryfriends.Ihavealetterhereforthepress.Sitdownamoment.Ihavejusttocopytheend.
Hewenttothedesknearthewindow,pulledinhischairtwiceandreadoffsomewordsfromthesheetonthedrumofhistypewriter.
—Sitdown.Excuseme,hesaidoverhisshoulder,thedictatesofcommonsense.Justamoment.