"As said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes." (U11.519)
"By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun, in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold." (U11.524)
"Horn. Have you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn." (U11.527)
"Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords:
- When love absorbs my ardent soul...
Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.
- War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior. " (U11.528)
"- So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or money.
He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge." (U11.533)
"- Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would." (U11.536)
"- Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben. Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there." (U11.540)
"Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going? And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be in the paper. O, she needn't trouble. No trouble. She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron steel.
- ........... my ardent soul
I care not foror the morrow." (U11.542)
"In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and war someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out." (U11.553)
"Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding." (11.573)
"Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the bowend," (U11.574)
"sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them." (U11.575)
"Only the harp. Lovely gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin." (U11.580)
"The harp that once or twice." (U11.581)
From the song by Thomas Moore:
'The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.'
"Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.
- M'appari tutt'amor:
Il mio sguardo l'incontr..." (U11.588)
"She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding sail, return.
- Go on, Simon.
- Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well..." (U11.596)