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Portrait of the Artist — Chapter 1 (Part 11 of 33)

him the news out of the paper they got every day up in the castle. There was every kind of news in the paper: accidents, shipwrecks, sports, and politics.

-- Now it is all about politics in the papers, he said. Do your people talk about that too?

-- Yes, Stephen said.

-- Mine too, he said.

Then he thought for a moment and said:

-- You have a queer name, Dedalus, and I have a queer name too, Athy. My name is the name of a town. Your name is like Latin.

Then he asked:

-- Are you good at riddles?

Stephen answered:

-- Not very good.

Then he said:

-- Can you answer me this one? Why is the county of Kildare like the leg of a fellow's breeches?

Stephen thought what could be the answer and then said:

-- I give it up.

-- Because there is a thigh in it, he said. Do you see the joke? Athy is the town in the county Kildare and a thigh is the other thigh.

-- Oh, I see, Stephen said.

-- That's an old riddle, he said.

After a moment he said:

-- I say!

-- What? asked Stephen.

-- You know, he said, you can ask that riddle another way.

-- Can you? said Stephen.

-- The same riddle, he said. Do you know the other way to ask it?

-- No, said Stephen.

-- Can you not think of the other way? he said.

He looked at Stephen over the bedclothes as he spoke. Then he lay back on the pillow and said:

-- There is another way but I won't tell you what it is.