"He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand up at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar, holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other in Latin." (U5.412)
"Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
- O God, our refuge and our strength...
Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?" (U5.419)
"Gloria and immaculate virgin." (U5.423)
"Joseph her spouse." (U5.423)
"Peter and Paul. More interesting if you understood what it was all about. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork." (U5.423)
"Confession. Everyone wants to. Then I will tell you all. Penance. Punish me, please. Great weapon in their hands. More than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to. And I schschschschschsch. And did you chachachachacha? And why did you? Look down at her ring to find an excuse. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes. Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame." (U5.425)
"Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Hide her blushes." (U5.431)
"Salvation army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. How I found the Lord." (U5.432)
"Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome: they work the whole show." (U5.434)
"And don't they rake in the money too? Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion. Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors. Monasteries and convents. The priest in the Fermanagh will case in the witness box. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything. Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church." (U5.435)
"The priest prayed:
- Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain him, we humbly pray): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls." (U5.442)
"The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The women remained behind: thanksgiving.
Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate perhaps. Pay your Easter duty." (U5.448)
"He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you." (U5.452)
"Excuse, miss, there's a (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked. Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door into the light.
He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the low tide of holy water." (U5.453)
"Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks:" (U5.460)
An advertisement for Prescott's Dye Works on the back of a Dublin Tram ticket.
"a widow in her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet." (U5.460)