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Updated: May 21, 2025

Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time. Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid. Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon. Give us a ditty. We heard the piano.

James Joyce - Ulysses

Hoho! he cried. Who is this boy? Why is he on his knees? What is your name, boy? Fleming, sir. Hoho, Fleming! An idler of course. I can see it in your eye. Why is he on his knees, Father Arnall? He wrote a bad Latin theme, Father Arnall said, and he missed all the questions in grammar. Of course he did! cried the prefect of studies, of course he did! A born idler!

James Joyce - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man