"and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip." (U12.492)
"Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring." (U12.494)
"Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him a yard long for more. Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel." (U12.494)
"And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares" (U12.498)
"and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country," (U12.498)
"the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land." (U12.500)
Sara Curran (1782 - 1808) was the great love of Robert Emmett, the Irish patriot who was executed in 1803. After Emmet's death, Sarah left her family and moved to Cork, where she met a soldier named Robert Sturgeon who offered her marriage and a home. They moved to Sicily, but she never fully recovered from her grief. Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) wrote a sentimental poem about Curran, titled 'She is Far from the Land,' that starts:
'She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are sighing,
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying!'
Sara Curran (1782 - 1808) was the great love of Robert Emmett, the Irish patriot who was executed in 1803. After Emmet's death, Sarah left her family and moved to Cork, where she met a soldier named Robert Sturgeon who offered her marriage and a home. They moved to Sicily, but she never fully recovered from her grief. Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) wrote a sentimental poem about Curran, titled 'She is Far from the Land,' that starts:
'She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are sighing,
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying!'
"And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face." (U12.501)
"Phenomenon! The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon" (U12.502)
"with a back on her like a ballalley." (U12.503)
Oh well!
"Time they were stopping up in the City Arms Pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle" (U12.504)
"playing bézique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday" (U12.506)
"because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk." (U12.508)
"And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Jesus, I had to laugh at Pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. And Bloom with his but don't you see? and but on the other hand. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. Phenomenon!" (U12.509)
" —Sinn Fein! says the citizen. Sinn fein amhain! The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us." (U12.523)
"The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance." (U12.525)