Stephen began to enumerate glibly his father's attributes.
—A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur actor, a shouting politician, a small landlord,a small investor, a drinker, a good fellow, a storyteller,somebody's secretary, something in a distillery, a taxgatherer, a bankrupt and at present a praiser of his own past.
Cranly laughed, tightening his grip on Stephen's arm, and said:
—The distillery is damn good.
—Is there anything else you want to know? Stephen asked.
—Are you in good circumstances at present?
