sweet Joyce

- But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.

- What belongs? Queried Mr. Bloom, bending, fancying he was perhaps under some misapprehensions. Excuse me. Unfortunately I didn’t catch the latter portion. What was it you?...

Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, or whatever you like to call it, none too politely, adding:

- We can’t change the country. Let us change the subject.

James Joyce, Ulysses