"healing the halt" (U12.1724)
"and the blind," (U12.1724)
"discovering various articles which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures," (U12.1725)
"and prophesying. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick." (U12.1726)
"And when the good fathers had reached the appointed place, the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8, 9 and 10 Little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water" (U12.1728)
"Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver. Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself." (U12.1759)
This engraving (1886) shows Ulysses pouring out wine into the Giant's Bowl.
"Devil a sweet fear! There's a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to five.
- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.
- Beg your pardon, says he.
- Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along now.
- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him. It's a secret." (U12.1760)
"And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.
- Bye bye all, says Martin." (U12.1766)
"And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.
- Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey." (U12.1768)
"The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the waves." (U12.1772)
"But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him." (U12.1783)
"a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, and a slut shouts out of her:
- Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!
And says he:" (U12.1800)
"- Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.
- -He had no father, says Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.
- -Whose God? says the citizen.
- Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like me." (U12.1804)
"Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.
- -By Jesus, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.
- -Stop! Stop! says Joe.
A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyaságos uram Lipóti Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Százharminczbrojúgulyás-Dugulás (Meadow of Murmuring Waters). (U12.1810)