"-HIS NATIVE DORIC
- That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shines forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...
- O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions! That'll do, Ned. Life is too short.
He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.
- Doughy Daw! he cried." (U7.330)