—Mrs Riordan, I appeal to you, said Mrs Dedalus, to let the matter drop now.
God appealed to you, threatened you, entreated you to return to Him.
Supreme Judge, from His sentence there will be and can be no appeal.
He could respond to no earthly or human appeal, dumb and insensible to the call of summer and gladness and companionship, wearied and dejected by his father’s voice.
The wisdom of the priest’s appeal did not touch him to the quick.
He listened in reverent silence now to the priest’s appeal and through the words he heard even more distinctly a voice bidding him approach, offering him secret knowledge and secret power.
Another head than his, right before him in the first benches, was poised squarely above its bending fellows like the head of a priest appealing without humility to the tabernacle for the humble worshippers about him.