Bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh."
Rock: Bad management! Look what I brought
from the Fair through minding my own property
—£20 for a milch cow, and thirty for a score of
lambs!
Mother: £20 for a cow! Isn't that terrible
money!
Conan: Let you whist now! You are putting
a headache on me with all your little newses and
country chat!
(Mother goes, the others are following.)
Rock: (Turning from door.) It might be better
for yourself, Conan Creevey, if you had minded
business would bring profit to your hand in place
of your foreign learning, that never put a penny
piece in anyone's pocket that ever I heard. No
earthly profit unless to addle the brain and leave
the pocket empty.
Conan: You think yourself a great sort! Let
me tell you that my learning has power to do more
than that!
Rock: It's an empty mouth that has big talk.
Conan: What would you say hearing I had
power put in my hand that could change the entire
world? And that's what you never will have power
to do.
Rock: What power is that?