"He stood beside them beaming on them first and on his roomy clothes from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying:
- They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
- Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to God he's not paid yet.
- And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked." (U10.913)