"As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form.
- God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder nor I am, you bitch's bastard!" (U11.1114)