"Did you try the borax with the cherry laurel water?" (U11.116)
"Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.
- And leave it to my hands, she said.
- Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.
Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
- Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin." (U11.118)
Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:
— O, don't remind me of him for mercy' sake!
— But wait till I tell you, miss Douce entreated.
Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers.
— No, don't, she cried.
— I won't listen, she cried.
Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:
— For your what? says he.
Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but prayed again:
— Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.
She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea." (U11.126)
"— Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!
Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a snout in quest." (U11.141)
"— O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?
Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:
— And your other eye!
Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always think Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name." (U11.146)
"By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by." (U11.151)
The (Catholic) store of Aurelio Bassi, Religious Statue & Picture Frame Manufacturer, was located at 14 and 38 Wellingon Quay. This is a picture showing the staff who worked there. There are large crucifixes in the window and small statues, probably Blessed Virgins.
A period letterhead from Bassi also advertises: 'Publisher of Irish-made Prayer Books and other Standard Books of Catholic Piety, besides the Best Selection of Prayer Books. Redemptorist's Mission Book. Treasury Sacred Heart.'
"Bluerobed, white under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her white.
By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets." (U11.151)
"In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other, high piercing notes.
Ah, panting, sighing. Sighing, ah, fordone their mirth died down." (U11.158)
"Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending again over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Kennygiggles, stooping her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking, crying:" (U11.163)
"- O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that, she cried. With his bit of beard!
Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation.
- Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.
Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!), panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.
Married to Bloom, to greaseabloom." (U11.169)
"- O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
- O, Miss Douce! Miss Kennedy protested." (U11.181)
"You horrid thing!
And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly." (U11.183)
"By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want. Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets of sin.
Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled." (U11.185)
"Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
- O welcome back, Miss Douce.
He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?.
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
- Gorgeous, she said." (U11.192)
"Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand all day.
- That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away." (U11.198)