A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
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wear glasses still, and then he told me the whole story.
--And was he annoyed, Simon? --Annoyed? Not he! MANLY LITTLE CHAP! he said. Mr Dedalus imitated the mincing nasal tone of the provincial. Father Dolan and I, when I told them all at dinner about it, Father Dolan and I had a great laugh over it. YOU BETTER MIND YOURSELF FATHER DOLAN, said I, OR YOUNG DEDALUS WILL SEND YOU UP FOR TWICE NINE. We had a famous laugh together over it. Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr Dedalus turned to his wife and interjected in his natural voice: --Shows you the spirit in which they take the boys there. O, a jesuit for your life, for diplomacy! He reassumed the provincial's voice and repeated: --I TOLD THEM ALL AT DINNER ABOUT IT AND FATHER DOLAN AND I AND ALL OF US WE HAD A HEARTY LAUGH TOGETHER OVER IT. HA! HA! HA! * * * * * The night of the Whitsuntide play had come and Stephen from the window of the dressing-room looked out on the small grass-plot across which lines of Chinese lanterns were stretched. He watched the visitors come |
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