"and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin," (U12.193)
"Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus," (U12.194)
" Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha," (U12.196)
"Lady Godiva," (U12.197)
Lady Godiva or Godgifu (ca 990 - 1067) was an Anglo-Saxon noblewoman and the wife of Leofric (968 - 1057) in Coventry, England. According to legend, the people of Coventry were heavily taxed by Leofric and asked Lady Godiva to intercede in their favor. Lady Godiva repeatedly appealed to her husband in vain. At last, weary of her entreaties, Leofric said he would grant her request if she would ride her horse naked through the streets of the town. Lady Godiva took him at his word, and rode clothed only in her long hair. In respectful gratitude, the townspeople kept within doors and shut their windows (save a tailor, later known as Peeping Tom, who got struck with blindness). Leofric kept his word and abolished the onerous taxes.
"The Lily of Killarney," (U12.197)
"Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him" (U12.198)
"while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber," (U12.200)
"a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements" (12.202)
"which his master repressed from time to time by tranquillising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone." (U12.203)
"So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid. O, as true as I'm telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.
- And there's more where that came from, says he." (U12.206)
"- Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? says I." (U12.210)
"- Sweat of my brow, says Joe. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze.
- I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish. " (U12.211)
"Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul." (U12.215)
"- For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he." (U12.218)
"The Irish Independent, if you please," ([U12.220])