"Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too.
Life, life.
The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
— Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.
— He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do you follow me?
He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
— What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
— Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power said." (U6.89)