Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 12 Page 121

Repeat that dose, says Joe.

Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited with his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling about.

Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it. Perpetuating national hatred among nations.

But do you know what a nation means? says John Wyse.

Yes, says Bloom.

What is it? says John Wyse.

A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same place.

By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that’s so I’m a nation for I’m living in the same place for the past five years.