— There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.
— Who? says I." (U12.374)
And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.
Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faith, he was.
— Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.
And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence:
— Who said Christ is good?
— I beg your parsnips, says Alf.
— Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam?
— Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
But Bob Doran shouts out of him.
— He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam." (U12.379)
— The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character." (U12.393)
— The noblest, the truest, says he. And he's gone, poor little Willy, poor little Paddy Dignam.
And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven." (U12.399)
— Come in, come on, says the citizen. He won't eat you.
So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.
— O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to this, will you?” (U12.407)
7, Hunter Street,
To the High Sheriff of Dublin, Dublin.
Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged...
- Show us, Joe, says I.
- ...private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when...
- Jesus, says I.
- ...Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith... " (U12.414)
— Hold hard, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees.
— And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.
— And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. " (U12.426)
So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.
- Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe." (U18.434)
- They're all barbers, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses." (U12.439)
A piece of hangman's rope is a good luck charm!
- There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
- What's that? says Joe.
- The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.
- That so? says Joe." (U12.450)
- That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see, because on account of the...
And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon." (U12.463)
From Alexander Pope's Moral Essays. Epistle I. Of the Knowledge of the Characters of Men:
'And you, brave COBHAM! to the latest breath
Shall feel your Ruling Passion strong in death;'