He glanced sideways at Stephen with a strange smile and said: --Do you consider that poetry? Or do you know what the words mean? --I want to see Rosie first, said Stephen. Albans; and a forbidden writing is thought to be a certain spark of truth that flies up in the faces of them who seek to tread it out. The heavy scowl faded from Cranly's face as MacCann marched briskly towards them from the other side of the hall. A smell of molten tallow came up from the dean's candle butts and fused itself in Stephen's consciousness with the jingle of the words, bucket and lamp and lamp and bucket.