No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.

Stephen’s hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells.

Symbols too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and misery.

Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it out somewhere and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You’ll find them very handy.

Answer something.

Mine would be often empty, Stephen said.

The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this instant if I will.

Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don’t