"Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. Too much fat on the parsnips.
- And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said." (U8.809)
[NB: this is not Davy Byrne]