Father Dolan and I, when I told them all at dinner about it, Father Dolan and I had a great laugh over it. Our eyelid closes before we are aware that the fly is about to enter our eye. Moynihan whispered from behind: --Good old Fresh Water Martin! --Ask him, Stephen whispered back with weary humour, if he wants a subject for electrocution. --Probably I shall go away, he said.