"I see that you are having a serious conversation)) What about Arsenal? Are there any more fans? I will definitely bet on their victory this season. I have not done this before, but I am already studying information about bookmakers -…"
"Hi Eric! I am glad to meet a man who loves football. Although I understand that it is difficult to find a person in London who does not have his favorite team)) I support Liverpool. What about you? Who is your favorite this season?"
--Do you fear then, Cranly asked, that the God of the Roman catholics would strike you dead and damn you if you made a sacrilegious communion? --The God of the Roman catholics could do that now, Stephen said. There were four French delegates in a brake and one, a plump smiling young man, held, wedged on a stick, a card on which were printed the words: VIVE L'IRLANDE! But the trees in Stephen's Green were fragrant of rain and the rain-sodden earth gave forth its mortal odour, a faint incense rising upward through the mould from many hearts. He wondered who had to let them down, the master or the boy himself. The preacher's knife had probed deeply into his disclosed conscience and he felt now that his soul was festering in sin.