"But for that little weakness of his he might not be a political problem." "That's the way he goes on," remarked the woman despairingly.

"Always saying things straight out that other people would keep back.

He don't care what happens, that's the whole truth of it.

He don't care about anything on earth, not even his tobacco." "Life!" thought Stephen, with a dull pain in his heart.

"That's what life is!" And the old familiar feeling of suffocation, of distaste for everything that he had ever felt or thought or believed, smothered him with the dryness of dust.