"Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job. House of mourning." (U11.909)

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"Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.
Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins. Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then he'd be two. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off." (U11.911)
"Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait." (U11.915)
"Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.
Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose." (U11.919)
"She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely shell she brought." (U11.921)
"To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.
- Listen! she bade him.
Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.
Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband took him by the throat. Scoundrel, said he, you'll sing no more lovesongs. He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.
Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard. Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. To hear.
Tap.
Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar." (U11.923)
"Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there." (U11.937)
"Been to the seaside. Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget. Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair?" (U11.938)
"Her eyes over the sheet." (U11.943)
"Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave." (U11.943)
"No admittance except on business." (U11.943)
"The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood is it. Souse in the ear sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.
Wonderful really. So distinct. Again." (U13.945)
"George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, gently.
- What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled." (U11.947)
"Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.
Tap.
By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned.
From the forsaken shell Miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting.
No, she was not so lonely archly Miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know. Walks in the moonlight by the sea." (U11.950)
"No, not alone. With whom? She nobly answered: with a gentleman friend." (U11.957)
"Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: one, one, one: two, one, three, four." (U11.958)