"- Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power, citizen.
- Hurrah, there, says Joe.
- The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.
And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.
- We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket." (U12.1502)
"What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides" (U12.1507)

The back of this cigarette card reads: "Oliver Cromwell (1599 - 1658). Lord Protector of England, was born in Huntingdon, 1599. He showed great audacity in opposing the government of Charles I. He joined the parliamentary army, initiated important military reforms, commanded all the horse, and became one of the greatest cavalry leaders in history. At Marston Moor (1644) he earned the name of Ironsides from the strength of his troops which could not be broken. Totally defeated Charles I at the decisive battle of Naseby (1645) and at Worcester (1651) finally aniihilated the royalist forces. Cromwell's art of war was two centuries in advance of his time. He was brave and fearless, and a man of truth and justice. He died in 1658."
"that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?" (U12.1507)
"Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England?
- What's that? says Joe." (U12.1509)
"So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out:
- A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions." (U12.1512)
"The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British Empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor." (U12.1518)
"— Widow woman, says Ned. I wouldn't doubt her. " (U12.1534)
"Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.
— Same only more so, says Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.
— Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.
— No, says the citizen. It's not signed Shanganagh. It's only initialled: P.
— And a very good initial too, says Joe.
— That's how it's worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag." (U12.1534)
"- Well, says J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is?" (U12.1542)
"- Casement, says the citizen. He's an Irishman." (U12.1545)
"- Yes, that's the man, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them." (U12.1546)
"- I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
- Who? says I.
- Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels." (U12.1548)
"- Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life?
- That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip." (U12.1552)
"Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.A dark horse.
— He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.
— Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.
— There you are, says Terry." (U12.1555)
"Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round the back of the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was letting off my (Throwaway twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick (gob, must have done about a gallon) flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube" (U12.1561)
"she's better or she's (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if he won or (Jesus, full up I was) trading without a licence (ow!) Ireland my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those bloody (there's the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos." (U12.1568)

Chap. VI of 'The Symptoms, Nature, Cause and Cure of a Gonorrhoea' by W. Cockburn speaks 'Of the Sharpness and Pain in making Water.'
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