"By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher's, the postal telegraph office. Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street." (U5:1)
"By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt." (U5.5)
"A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop." (U5.6)
"Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of roses. Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Come home to ma, da. Slack hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend street, passed the frowning face of Bethel. El, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth." (U5.7)
"And past Nichols' the undertaker's. At eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny." (U5.11)
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"Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom." (U5.13)
"In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend, finest quality, family tea. Rather warm. Tea. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, though." (U5.17)
"While his eyes still read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning. Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket." (U5.20)
"So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east." (U5.27)
"Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like that." (U5.29)
"Those Cinghalese lobbing around in the sun, in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy." (U5.31)
The back of this PC states: "Dainty maids pick the tender, budding tea leaves. The rest of the preparation is done by ingenious, cleanly machines; hence the purity and strength of India and Ceylon Tea."
"Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants." (U5.35)
From a Dublin guidebook (1902): "The Botanic Gardens (Glasnevin), which cover about 50 acres, are beautiful and well planted, with Trees, Shrubs, and Plants of all kinds; there are fine herbaceous borders, rockeries filled with ferns, and an Avenue of old Yews known as Addison's; the River contains many rare varieties of Water Lilies, and there are beds containing the principal species of plants, grouped in families for the convenience of Botanical Students, for whom there are also Lecture and Work Rooms.
The Conservatories comprise Houses for Ferns, Water Lillies (especially the Victoria Regina); Succulent Plants, including many very remarkable Cacti; Australian, Cape, and Himalayan Plants; delicate Plants from Chili, China, Japan and elsewhere; Tropical Climbers and Foliage Plants; Orchids (a remarkably fine collection); large Palms and Tropical Ferns; Camelias, Azaleas, and Flowering Plants. The Killarney Fern will be found between the Fern and the Water Lillie Houses."
"Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel." (U5.35)
"Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his back, reading a book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so thick with salt." (U5.37)
"Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight?" (U15.39)