- Twopence each, the huckster said. Four for sixpence.
Tattered pages. The Irish Beekeeper. Life and Miracles of the Curé of Ars. Pocket Guide to Killarney." (U10.836)
Though not Stephen's, a card from Clongowes Wood College dated December 11th 1904, awarding 1st prize (in Irish Civil Service) to a Mr. McClancy. Note the Jesuit mottos A.M.D.G. (in Latin, Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam = For The Greater Glory of God) and L.D.S. (Laus Deo Semper = Praise God Always).
- Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen." (U10.845)
- I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said, laughing nervously. Is it any good?
My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far and daring. Shadow of my mind.
He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
- What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?
She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.
Show no surprise. Quite natural." (U10.862)
- Some, Dilly said. We had to." (U10.872)
Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
Misery! Misery!" (U10.875)
- Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
- What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
- Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I'm barricaded up, Simon, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance." (U10.883)
— O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
— With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
— The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.
He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in his neck.
— I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!
He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
— Here he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets." (U10.889)
- Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.
- Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.
Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered sneeringly:
- That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?
- Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw." (U10.904)