Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 2 Page 29

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He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.

Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said.

England is in the hands of the jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the signs of a nation’s decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation’s vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying.

He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.

Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.