"- La cloche! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there." (U11.415)

Sawdust, as I learned from the Police Gazette (1880), was used to make paddings called 'symmetries'. They were worn mostly by stage performers, both female (legs) and male (shoulder and thighs), to enhance their figure. The smacking sound of Miss Douce's garter against her thigh is evidence that there is No sawdust there.
"She smilesmirked supercilious (wept! aren't men?), but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.
- You're the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.
Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drankoff his chalice tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. He spellbound eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.
Yes, bronze from anearby.
- ...sweetheart, goodbye!" (U11.416)"
"- I'm off, said Boylan with impatience.
He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
- Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you. Tom Rochford...
- Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, going.
Lenehan gulped to go.
- Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming.
He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the threshold, saluting forms, a bulky with a slender." (U11.426)
"- How do you do, Mr Dollard?
- Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time.
Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.
- Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon. Give us a ditty. We heard the piano." (U11.435)
"Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie. And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now. How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider." (U11.444)
"Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered he wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window watched, bronze from afar.
Jingle a tinkle jaunted.
Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.
- Love and war, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times." (U11.453)
"Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting light), she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the bar where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil." (U11.460)
"- Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the Collard grand.
There was.
- A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
- God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the punished keyboard. And by Japers I had no wedding garment.
They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding garment." (U11.466)
""- Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's my pipe, by the way?
He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again." (U11.476)
"Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
- Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. What?" (U11.492)

Merrion square was a classy neighborhood. This PC states: 'Daniel O'Connell and many other noted men have lived in this famous square.'
"— Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions.
Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.
Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat." (U11.496)
"Mrs Marion met him pike hoses. Smell of burn of Paul de Kock. Nice name he.
- What's this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...?
- Tweedy.
- Yes. Is she alive?
- And kicking.
- She was a daughter of...
- Daughter of the regiment.
- Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor." (U11.500)
"Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
- Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon?
Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling." (U11.509)
"- Buccinator muscle is... What...? Bit rusty... O, she is... My Irish Molly, O.
He puffed a pungent plumy blast." (U11.512)
"- From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way." (U11.515)
"They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two, Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent." (U12.516)
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