The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.
— I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in it.
You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth .....
See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
— Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public!
Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul.
Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.
— We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said." (U7.614)