all those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood - bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag - were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything, greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.
-- they accuse - remarked he audibly. he turned away from the others, who probably... and spoke nearer to, so as the others... in case they...
-- jews, he softly imparted in an aside in stephen's ear, are accused of ruining. not a vestige of truth in it, i can safely say. history - would you be surprised to learn? - proves up to' the hilt spain decayed when the inquisition hounded the jews out and england prospered when cromwell, an uncommonly able ruffian, who, in other respects, has much to answer for, imported them. why? because they are practical and are proved to be so. i don't want to indulge in any... because you know the standard works on the subject, and then, orthodox as you are... but in the economic, not touching religion, domain, the priest spells poverty. spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead america. turks, it's in the dogma. because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better - at least, so i think. that's the juggle on which the p.p.'s raise the wind on false pretences. i'm, he resumed, with dramatic force, as good an irishman as that rude person i told you about at the outset and i want to see everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of #300 per annum that's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. at least that's my idea for what it's worth. i call that patriotism. ubi patria, as we learned a small smattering of in our classical day in alma mater, vita bene. where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.