"Let us drink our pints in peace. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.
— Well, good health, Jack, says Ned.
— Good health, Ned, says J. ].
— There he is again, says Joe.
— Where? says Alf.
And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him like a father, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin." (U12.1074)