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Chapter 4
—No,thanks,professorMacHughsaid,wavingthecigarettecaseaside.Waitamoment.Letmesayonething.ThefinestdisplayoforatoryIeverheardwasaspeechmadebyJohnFTayloratthecollegehistoricalsociety.MrJusticeFitzgibbon,thepresentlordjusticeofappeal,hadspokenandthepaperunderdebatewasanessay(newforthosedays),advocatingtherevivaloftheIrishtongue.
HeturnedtowardsMylesCrawfordandsaid:
—YouknowGeraldFitzgibbon.Thenyoucanimaginethestyleofhisdiscourse.
—HeissittingwithTimHealy,J.J.O’Molloysaid,rumourhasit,ontheTrinitycollegeestatescommission.
—Heissittingwithasweetthing,MylesCrawfordsaid,inachild’sfrock.Goon.Well?
—Itwasthespeech,markyou,theprofessorsaid,ofafinishedorator,fullofcourteoushaughtinessandpouringinchasteneddictionIwillnotsaythevialsofhiswrathbutpouringtheproudman’scontumelyuponthenewmovement.Itwasthenanewmovement.Wewereweak,thereforeworthless.
Heclosedhislongthinlipsaninstantbut,eagertobeon,raisedanoutspannedhandtohisspectaclesand,withtremblingthumbandringfingertouchinglightlytheblackrims,steadiedthemtoanewfocus.
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InferialtoneheaddressedJ.J.O’Molloy:
—Taylorhadcomethere,youmustknow,fromasickbed.ThathehadpreparedhisspeechIdonotbelievefortherewasnotevenoneshorthandwriterinthehall.Hisdarkleanfacehadagrowthofshaggybeardroundit.Heworealoosewhitesilkneckclothandaltogetherhelooked(thoughhewasnot)adyingman.
