"Leopold Bloom (for it is he) stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What a brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called to him and, wretch that he was, how had he answered? An utter cad he had been! He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and wandered. Should a girl tell? No, a thousand times no." (U13.744)
"That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell.
Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was: and then she cried:
— Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up." (U13.750)
Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was: and then she cried:
— Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up." (U13.750)
"Gerty had an idea, one of love's little ruses. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he's too far to. She rose. Was it goodbye? No. She had to go but they would meet again, there, and she would dream of that till then, tomorrow, of her dream of yester eve. She drew herself up to her full height." (U12.757)
"Their souls met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart, full of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. She half smiled at him wanly, a sweet forgiving smile, a smile that verged on tears, and then they parted." (U13.762)
"Slowly, without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy, to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to little baby Boardman. It was darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy seaweed. She walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her but with care and very slowly because - because Gerty MacDowell was ...
Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!" (U13.766)
Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!" (U13.766)
"Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse in a woman. But makes them polite." (U13.772)
"Glad I didn't know it when she was on show. Hot little devil all the same." (U13.775)
"I wouldn't mind. Curiosity like a nun or a negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is delicate. Near her monthlies, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. I have such a bad headache today. Where did I put the letter? Yes, all right. All kinds of crazy longings. Licking pennies. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I suppose. Sister?" (U13.776)
"How many women in Dublin have it today? Martha, she. Something in the air." (U13.781)
"That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate at the same time with the same moon, I mean? Depends on the time they were born I suppose." (U13.782)
"Or all start scratch then get out of step. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Anyhow I got the best of that. Damned glad I didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly I will punish you letter." (U13.784)
"Made up for that tramdriver this morning." (U13.787)
"That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife engagement in the country valise, voice like a pickaxe." (U13.788)
"Thankful for small mercies. Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves. Their natural craving. Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices. Reserve better. Don't want it they throw it at you. Catch em alive, O. Pity they can't see themselves." (U13.789)
"A dream of wellfilled hose." (U13.793)
"Where was that? Ah, yes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only." (U13.793)