"Copulation without population!" (U14.1422)
"slaughter of the innocents were the truer name." (U14.1422)
"No, say I! Herod's" (U14.1422)
"and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music! Twenty years of it, regret them not. With thee it was not as with many that will and would and wait and never - do." (U14.1428)
"Thou sawest thy America, thy lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison." (U14.1430)
"How saith Zarathustra? Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Nun trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters." (U14.1431)
"Drink, man, an udderful! Mother's milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead, Mother's milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead, rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzlingden, milk of madness," (U14.1432)
"the honeymilk of Canaan's land. Thy cow's dug was tough, what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber." (U14.1436)
"To her, old patriarch! Pap! Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum!" (U14.1438)
"Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward to the ribbon counter. Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the drunken minister coming out of the maternity hospal!" (U14.1440)
"Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. A make, mister. The Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of the bleeding limelight." (U14.1445)
"Yous join uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee dis bunch. En avant, mes enfants! Fire away number one on the gun. Burke's! Burke's! Thence they advanced five parasangs." (U14.1447)
"Slattery's mounted foot." (U14.1450)

The song 'Slattery's Mounted Fut' by Percy French (1854 - 1920) celebrates drinking and staying alive. It starts:
'You've heard o' Julius Ceasar, and the great Napolean, too,
An' how the Cork Militia beat the Turks at Waterloo;
But there's a page of glory that, as yet, remains uncut,
An' that's the Martial story o' the Shlathery's Mounted Fut.'
"Where's that bleeding awfur? Parson Steve, apostates' creed! No, no, Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you?" (U14.1451)
"Ma mère m'a mariée. British Beatitudes! Ratamplan Digidi Boum Boum. Ayes have it." (U14.1453)
"To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf covers of pissedon green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on." (U14.1454)
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