I don't hold with all this bullyragging in newspapers about "sourfaces" and "saved." Maybe that's the reason that I'm stuck down here at the other end of nowhere all my life, and never got promotion or praise.

But what do I care as long as they let me alone to do my work for the people?
I'm not afraid to say it to you, Mr.Conneally, for you won't want to get me into trouble, but it's my belief that there's many of our priests would rather have grand churches than contented people.
They're fonder of Rome than they are of Ireland.' 'Really, Father Moran,' said Hyacinth, smiling, 'if you go on like this, I shall expect to hear of your turning Protestant.' 'God forbid, Mr.Conneally! I wish you well.

I wish you to be here among us, and to be prosperous; but the dearest wish of my heart for you is that I might see you back in the Catholic Church, believing the creed of your forefathers.' The priest's suggestion attracted Hyacinth a great deal more than Dr.
Henry's.

He liked the sea and the fishing, and he loved the simple people among whom he had been brought up.

His experiences in Dublin had not encouraged him to be ambitious.