1 Ulysses
SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY
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J. J. O’Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.
—My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside,
you put a false construction on my words. I hold no brief,
as at present advised, for the third profession qua profes-
sion but your Cork legs are running away with you. Why
not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes
and Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his
Chapelizod boss, Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his
American cousin of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention
Paddy Kelly’s Budget, Pue’s Occurrences and our watchful
friend The Skibbereen Eagle. Why bring in a master of fo-
rensic eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the
newspaper thereof.LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the edi-
tor cried in his face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now?
Established 1763. Dr Lucas. Who have you now like John
Philpot Curran? Psha!
—Well, J. J. O’Molloy said, Bushe K.C., for example.
—Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a
strain of it in his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour
Bushe.
—He would have been on the bench long ago, the profes-