Honour to them! --Well, it is perfectly dreadful to say that not even for one day in the year, said Mrs Dedalus, can we be free from these dreadful disputes! Uncle Charles raised his hands mildly and said: --Come now, come now, come now! Can we not have our opinions whatever they are without this bad temper and this bad language? It is too bad surely. In the silence of the soft grey air he heard the cricket bats from here and from there: pock. I can respect that invention of the grey spouse of Satan. I assume this trust in the humility of knowledge that only through the guidance of Almighty Providence can I hope to discharge its ever-increasing burdens.