"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.." (U5.425)
"Whispering gallery" (U5.429)
"walls have ears. Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes. Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame." (U5.429)
"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)
"Better get that lotion made up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood." (U5.462)
On this PC of Grafton street, we can see Hamilton Long & Co. Ltd. Medical Hall and Compounding Establishment. Their main addresses were 107 Grafton street and 3 Sackville street. They also had branches in Rathmines, Kingstown and Clontarf.
"Huguenot churchyard near there. Visit some day." (U5.465)
"He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the other trousers. O, and I forgot that latchkey too. Bore this funeral affair. O well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. When was it I got it made up last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it must have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions book." (U5.467)