Mr Dedalus turned to uncle Charles.

-How are you off, sir?

-Right as the mail, Simon.

-You, John?

-I’m all right. Go on yourself.

-Mary? Here, Stephen, here’s something to make your hair curl.

He poured sauce freely over Stephen’s plate and set the boat again on the table. Then he asked uncle Charles was it tender. Uncle Charles could not speak because his mouth was full but he nodded that it was.

-That was a good answer our friend made to the canon. What? said Mr Dedalus.

-I didn’t think he had that much in him, said Mr Casey.

-I’ll pay you your dues, father, when you cease turning the house of God into a pollingbooth.

-A nice answer, said Dante, for any man calling himself a catholic to give to his priest.

-They have only themselves to blame, said Mr Dedalus suavely. If they took a fool’s advice they would confine their attention to religion.

-It is religion, Dante said. They are doing their duty in warning the people.

-We go to the house of God, Mr Casey said, in all humility to pray to our Maker and not to hear election addresses.

-It is religion, Dante said again. They are right. They must direct their flocks.

-And preach politics from the altar, is it? asked Mr Dedalus.

-Certainly, said Dante. It is a question of public morality. A priest would not be a priest if he did not tell his flock what is right and what is wrong.

Mrs Dedalus laid down her knife and fork, saying:

-For pity’s sake and for pity sake let us have no political discussion on this day of all days in the year.

-Quite right, ma’am, said uncle Charles. Now, Simon, that’s quite enough now. Not another word now.

-Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus quickly.

He uncovered the dish boldly and said:

-Now then, who’s for more turkey?

Nobody answered. Dante said:

-Nice language for any catholic to use!

-Mrs Riordan, I appeal to you, said Mrs Dedalus, to let the matter drop now.

Dante turned on her and said: