—Ay, or thought of, said Mr Dedalus.
—Bedad I did, repeated the little old man. And, more than that, I can remember even your greatgrandfather,old John Stephen Dedalus, and a fierce old fire-eate he was. Now, then! There's a memory for you!
—That's three generations—four generations, said another of the company. Why, Johnny Cashman, you must be nearing the century.
—Well, I'll tell you the truth, said the little old man. I'm just twentyseven years of age.
—We're as old as we feel, Johnny, said Mr Dedalus.And just finish what you have there and we'll have another. Here, Tim or Tom or whatever your name is,give us the same again here. By God, I don't feel more than eighteen myself. There's that son of mine there not half my age and I'm a better man than he is any day of the week.