Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 7 Page 66

(new for those days), advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.

He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:

You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his discourse.

He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O’Molloy said, rumour has it, on the Trinity college estates commission.

He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child’s frock. Go on. Well?

It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man’s contumely upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore worthless.