No attempt, nonetheless, could well require more tact than just this attempt to supply, one's self, ALL the nature. Help me by your pious attention, by your own devotion, by your outward demeanour. What does he know about the way from Sallygap to Larras? Or what does he know about anything for that matter? And the big slobbering washing-pot head of him! He broke into a loud long laugh. --I don't know, I'm sure, said Mr Dedalus, smiling complacently.