Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Loyal to a lost cause.
He strode away from them towards the window.
They went forth to battle, Mr O’Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell.
Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matin�e. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!
He whispered then near Stephen’s ear:
LENEHAN’S LIMERICK
There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble?