"By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom." (U11.1134)
"Tap. Tap. Tap.
Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided." (U11.1138)
Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided." (U11.1138)
"- Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you're as good as ever you were.
- Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour it is." (U11.1146)
- Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour it is." (U11.1146)
"Lablache, said Father Cowley." (U11.1151)
From Wikipedia: Luigi Lablache (1794 – 1858) was an Italian opera singer of French and Irish heritage. He possessed a powerful and agile bass voice, a wide range, and adroit acting skills. A physically imposing man, his voice was at all times extraordinarily powerful; but he could produce comic, humorous, tender, or sorrowful effects with equal ease and mastery. As an actor he excelled equally in comic and tragic parts. His chief rôles were Leporello (his signature role) in Mozart's Don Giovanni, Geronimo in La gazza ladra, Dandini in La Prova d' un' Opera Seria, Henry VIII in Anna Bolena, the Doge in Marino Faliero, and Oroveso in Norma. He created the title role in Donizetti's Don Pasquale in 1843. In 1836-37 he taught singing to Princess Victoria of the United Kingdom, the later Queen Victoria.
From Wikipedia: Luigi Lablache (1794 – 1858) was an Italian opera singer of French and Irish heritage. He possessed a powerful and agile bass voice, a wide range, and adroit acting skills. A physically imposing man, his voice was at all times extraordinarily powerful; but he could produce comic, humorous, tender, or sorrowful effects with equal ease and mastery. As an actor he excelled equally in comic and tragic parts. His chief rôles were Leporello (his signature role) in Mozart's Don Giovanni, Geronimo in La gazza ladra, Dandini in La Prova d' un' Opera Seria, Henry VIII in Anna Bolena, the Doge in Marino Faliero, and Oroveso in Norma. He created the title role in Donizetti's Don Pasquale in 1843. In 1836-37 he taught singing to Princess Victoria of the United Kingdom, the later Queen Victoria.
"Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the air.
Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.
Rrr.
And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
- You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said." (11.1151)
Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.
Rrr.
And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
- You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said." (11.1151)
"Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.
— Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.
Rrrrrrrsss.
— Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.
Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly he waited. Unpaid Pat too." (U11.1159)
— Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.
Rrrrrrrsss.
— Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.
Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly he waited. Unpaid Pat too." (U11.1159)
"Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
— Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
— Dollard, murmured tankard.
Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the tank.
He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it? Dollard, yes.
Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard." (U11.1166)
Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
— Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
— Dollard, murmured tankard.
Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the tank.
He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it? Dollard, yes.
Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard." (U11.1166)
"He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. And The last rose of summer was a lovely song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina." (U11.1175)
"'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside." (U11.1178)
'The Last Rose of Summer' is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) set to music around 1813 by Sir John Andrew Stevenson. Its first stanza:
''Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh'
'The Last Rose of Summer' is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) set to music around 1813 by Sir John Andrew Stevenson. Its first stanza:
''Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh'
"Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules the world.
Far. Far. Far. Far.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap." (U11.1180)
Far. Far. Far. Far.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap." (U11.1180)
Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on.
Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.
Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give way only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty. You daren't budge." (U11.1187)
Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.
Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give way only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty. You daren't budge." (U11.1187)
"hinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop. Fiddlefaddle about notes.
All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac." (U11.1194)
All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac." (U11.1194)
"All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year. Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys. Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or the other fellow blowing the bellows." (U11.1196)
"Growl angry, then shriek cursing (want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried)," (U11.1200)
"then all of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.
Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
—Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...
— Ay, the Lord have mercy on him." (12.1201)
Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
—Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...
— Ay, the Lord have mercy on him." (12.1201)
"— By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the ...
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
— The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.
— O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he was here." (U11.1207)
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
— The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.
— O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he was here." (U11.1207)