— Who has not? Stephen said.
— What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
— History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake." (U2.369)
— The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
— That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
— What? Mr Deasy asked.
— A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders." (U2.378)
- I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of Breffni. " (U2.387)
Charles Stewart Parnell (1846 - 1891) was an Irish political leader, M.P. and later President of the Irish National Land League. In the early 1880s, Parnell became the accepted leader of the Irish nationalist movement, quickly gaining political momentum as Ireland's 'uncrowned king.' His political career came to a screeching halt (1889) when it was 'revealed' (though it had been widely known in political circles) that Parnell was having an illicit long term relationship with a married woman, Katharine O'Shea. Her husband, Captain William Henry O'Shea, was a Catholic Nationalist and M.P. for Galway. O'Shea filed for divorce, citing Parnell as co-respondent. The scandal terminated Parnell's career, divided Irish public opinion, and likely delayed the granting of Home Rule by Great Britain to Ireland.
For Ulster will fight
And Ulster will be right.
Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
— Well, sir, he began..." (U2.395)
When Gladstone introduced the Home Rule Bill in 1886, his Conservative opponents formed a political alliance with the Ulster Protestants which was to last almost a century. "The Orange card was the one to play", wrote a leading Conservative, Lord Randolph Churchill, who also coined the watchword "Ulster will fight, and Ulster will be right." The bill was greeted by severe rioting in Belfast, the worst the city had seen. This photo shows a proud Ulsterman.
—A learner rather, Stephen said.
And here what will you learn more?
Mr Deasy shook his head.
—Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
Stephen rustled the sheets again.
—As regards these, he began .....
—Yes, Mr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If you can have them published at once." (U2.401)
— I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow. I know two editors slightly.
— That will do, Mr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field, M. P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You see if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?
— The Evening Telegraph .....
— That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to answer that letter from my cousin.
— Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket. Thank you.
— Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk." (U2.277)
- Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.
He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield. The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate; toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight." (U2.424)
Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
- Just one moment.
- Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath." (U2.432)
He frowned sternly on the bright air.
- Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
- Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly." (U2.437)
- She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.
On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins." (U2.443)