He heaped up the food on Stephen's plate and served uncle Charles and Mr Casey to large pieces of turkey and splashes of sauce. Mrs Dedalus was eating little and Dante sat with her hands in her lap. She was red in the face. Mr Dedalus rooted with the carvers at the end of the dish and said:
—There's a tasty bit here we call the pope's nose. If any lady or gentleman...
He held a piece of fowl up on the prong of the carvingfork. Nobody spoke. He put it on his own plate, saying:
