Cranly, now grave again, slowed his pace and said: --Alone, quite alone. The war between Spain and the colonies in South America, which had commenced many years before, was then the only conflict that remained unsettled. He smiled as he thought of the god's image for it made him think of a bottle-nosed judge in a wig, putting commas into a document which he held at arm's length, and he knew that he would not have remembered the god's name but that it was like an Irish oath. --You hear? said Dante, turning to Mrs Dedalus.