the proud potent titles clanged over stephen's memory the triumph of their brazen bells: et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam: the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars. symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and menaced her heresiarchs. a horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: photius and the brood of mockers of whom mulligan was one, and arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the son with the father, and valentine, spurning christ's terrene body, and the subtle african heresiarch sabellius who held that the father was himself his own son. words mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger. idle mockery. the void awaits surely all them that weave the wind: a menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the church, michael's host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields.
hear, hear. prolonged applause. zut! nom de dieu!
-- of course i'm a britisher, haines' voice said, and i feel as one. i don't want to see my country fall into the hands of german jews either. that's our national problem, i'm afraid, just now.
two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.
-- she's making for bullock harbour.
the boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
-- there's five fathoms out there, he said. it'll be swept up that way when the tide comes in about one. it's nine days today.
the man that was drowned. a sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, salt white. here i am.
they followed the winding path down to the creek. buck mulligan stood on a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. a young man clinging to a spur of rock near him moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
-- is the brother with you, malachi?