"Yes, quite true. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. You say right, sir. A Monday morning. 'Twas so, indeed." (U10.828)
"Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes' hearts." (U10.830)
"He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.
- 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)
- 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)
"I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti." (U10.840)
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).
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).
"Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet of Donnycarney, murmuring vespers." (U10.842)
"Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of Moses." (U10.844)
"Secret of all secrets. Seal of King David. Thumbed pages: read and read. Who has passed here before me? How to soften chapped hands. Recipe for white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded:
- Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen." (U10.845)
- Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen." (U10.845)
"A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. Nebrakada femininum." (U10.858)
"- What have you there? Stephen asked.
- 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)
- 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)
"- Here, Stephen said. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.
- Some, Dilly said. We had to." (U10.872)
- Some, Dilly said. We had to." (U10.872)
"She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul. Salt green death.
We.
Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
Misery! Misery!" (U10.875)
We.
Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
Misery! Misery!" (U10.875)
" *** " (U10.881)
"- Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
- 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)
- 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)
"— Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
— 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)
— 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)
"Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails." (U10.901)
"As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
- 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)
- 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)