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A great fire, banked high and red, flamed in the grate and under the ivytwined branches of the chandelier the Christmas table was spread. They had come home a little late and still dinner was not ready: but it would be ready in a jiffy his mother said. They were waiting for the door to open and for the servants to come in, holding the big dishes with their heavy metal covers.

A good start, yes, but soon the whisky is produced from the great stone jar, “a thimbleful ... to whet your appetite”.

- That was a good answer our friend made to the canon. What? said Mr Dedalus.
- I didn’t think he had that much in him, said Mr Casey.
- I’ll pay your dues, father, when you cease turning the house of God into a pollingbooth.
- A nice answer, said Dante, for any man calling himself a catholic to give to his priest.
- They have only themselves to blame, said Mr Dedalus suavely. If they took a fool’s advice they would confine their attention to religion.
- It is religion, Dante said. They are doing their duty in warning the people.
- We go to the house of God, Mr Casey said, in all humility to pray to our Maker and not to hear election addresses.
- It is religion, Dante said again. They are right. They must direct their flocks.
- And preach politics from the altar, is it? asked Mr Dedalus.
- Certainly, said Dante. It is a question of public morality. A priest would not be a priest if he did not tell his flock what is right and what is wrong.
Mrs Dedalus laid down her knife and fork, saying:
- For pity’s sake and for pity sake let us have no political discussion on this day of all days in the year.
- Quite right, ma’am, said uncle Charles. Now, Simon, that’s quite enough now. Not another word now.
Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus quickly.
He uncovered the dish boldly and said:
- Now then, who’s for more turkey?

The Dublin Review of Books wishes all its readers a Happy Christmas. And don’t be fighting.