Uncle Charles shook his head, saying:
—A bad business! A bad business!
Mr Dedalus repeated:
—A priestridden Godforsaken race!
He pointed to the portrait of his grandfather on the wall to his right.
—Do you see that old chap up there, John? he said.He was a good Irishman when there was no money in the job. He was condemned to death as a whiteboy.But he had a saying about our clerical friends, that he would never let one of them put his two feet under his mahogany.
Dante broke in angrily: