"— I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
They went down Parliament street.
— There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh's.
— Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Here goes.
Outside la maison Claire Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.
John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Martin
Cunningham took the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches." (U 10.980)
"— The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan told Mr Power.
They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. The empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not glance.
— And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as life.
The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.
— Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and greeted." (U10.989)
"Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.
- Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk." (U10.1001)
"Hell open to christians they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language." (U10.1006)
"Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order, no quorum even," (U10.1007)
"and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little Lorcan Sherlock doing locum tenens for him. Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers." (U10.1010)
"Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his peace.
- What Dignam was that? Long John Fanning asked." (U10.1013)
"Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.
- O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!
Testily he made room for himself beside Long John Fanning's flank and passed in and up the stairs.
— Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don't think you knew him or perhaps you did, though.
With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in." (U10.1018)
"— Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.
— Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton's office that was, Martin Cunningham said.
Long John Fanning could not remember him." (U10.1026)
"Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.
- What's that? Martin Cunningham said.
All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly." (U10.1031)
"In saddles of the leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders.
- What was it? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the staircase.
- The lord lieutenant general and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan answered from the stairfoot." ([U10.1036])
" *** " (U10.1042)
"As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his Panama to Haines: - Parnell's brother. There in the corner. They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.
- Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
- Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after, under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and fell once more upon a working corner." (U10.1043)
" — Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon. Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all." (U10.1091)
"- I'll take a mélange, Haines said to the waitress.
- Two mélanges, Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well.
When she had gone he said, laughing:" (U10.1054)
"- We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet." (U10.1058)

D.B.C. stand for Dublin Bread Company. The company had a branch on Dame street, where Mulligan and Haines are eating. There was another branch on Sackville street, seen here on the right side of Sackville street
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