-- they tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. it would be immortal, i understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its first cause, who, from all i can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of his other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
mr bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining:
-- simple? i shouldn't think that is the proper word. of course, i grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon. but what i am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays r?ntgen did, or the telescope like edison, though i believe it was before his time, galileo was the man i mean. the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural god.
-- o, that, stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several of the best known passages in holy writ, apart from circumstantial evidence. on this knotty point, however, the views of the pair, poles apart as they were, both in schooling and everything else, with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed.
-- has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his original point. i'm not so sure about that. that's a matter of every man's opinion and, without dragging in the sectarian side of the business, i beg to differ with you in toto there. my belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrote them, like hamlet and bacon, as you who know your shakespeare infinitely better than i, of course i needn't tell you. can't you drink that coffee, by the way? let me stir it and take a piece of that bun. it's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. still, no one can give what he hasn't got. try a bit.