"A barren land, bare waste." (U4.219)
"Vulcanic lake, the dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the oldest, the first race." (U4.219)
"Got up wrong side of the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands down. Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that? Valuation is only twentyeight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye." (U4.233)
"To smell the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes." (U4.237)
"Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley Road, swiftly" (U4.240)
"in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a girl with gold hair on the wind." (U4.240)
"She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.
- She got the things, she said.
He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a snug sigh.
- Hurry up with that tea, she said. I'm parched." (U4.259)
"Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks: new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls.
The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling. Silly Milly's birthday gift." (U4.280)
"Only five she was then. No wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke." (U4.284)
"Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.

O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.
You are my looking glass from night to morning.
I'd rather have you without a farthing
Than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden.

Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All we laughed." (U4.285)
"Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was.
He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on the chair by the bedhead.
- What a time you were! she said." (U4.295)
"- What are you singing?
- Là ci darem with J. C. Doyle, she said, and Love's Old Sweet Song." (U4.313)

'Love's Old Sweet Song' has words by G. Clifton Bingham and music by J.L. Molloy. This PC has the first verse, and was one in a series.
"Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Like foul flowerwater.
- Would you like the window open a little?
She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
- What time is the funeral?
- Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper." (U4.315)
"Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled drawers from the bed. No? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole.
- No: that book.
Other stocking. Her petticoat.
- It must have fell down, she said." (U4.321)
"He felt here and there. Voglio e non vorrei. Wonder if she pronounces that right: voglio. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the orangekeyed" (U4.327)

The (Greek) key is a geometrical pattern used by Ancient Greeks in carvings and on pottery. There are many variations on it. You can see a simple Greek key on the scarf of the woman in this PC, and on the head band of the famous Charioteer statue in Delphi. Although its meaning is unknown, it has been postulated that the Greek key may be connected to the labyrinth where Theseus fought the Minotaur.
"chamberpot." (U4.330)

Now imagine the chamberpot with an orange key design along its rim...
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