"A photo it isn't. A badge maybe.
— Eleven, Mr Bloom answered.
— I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only heard it last night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?
— I know." (U93)
— Eleven, Mr Bloom answered.
— I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only heard it last night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?
— I know." (U93)
"Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well." (U5.98)
"She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change." (U5.99)
"Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets." (U5.101)
"Like that haughty creature at the polo match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs" (U5.103)
"and Brutus is an honourable man." (U5.105)
"Possess her once take the starch out of her." (U5.106)
"- I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.
Doran, Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his veiled eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the braided drums." (U5.107)
Doran, Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his veiled eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the braided drums." (U5.107)
"Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long sight perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side will she get up?
— And he said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! What Paddy? I said.
Poor little Paddy Dignam, he said." (U5.112)
— And he said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! What Paddy? I said.
Poor little Paddy Dignam, he said." (U5.112)
"Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for? Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always." (U5.117)
"Good fallback. Two strings to her bow.
- Why? I said. What's wrong with him? I said.
Proud: rich: silk stockings.
- Yes, Mr Bloom said." (U5.119)
- Why? I said. What's wrong with him? I said.
Proud: rich: silk stockings.
- Yes, Mr Bloom said." (U5.119)
"He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a minute.
- What's wrong with him? he said. He's dead, he said. And, faith, he filled up. Is it Paddy Dignam? I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the Arch. Yes, he said. He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.
Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!
A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between." (U5.124)
- What's wrong with him? he said. He's dead, he said. And, faith, he filled up. Is it Paddy Dignam? I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the Arch. Yes, he said. He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow.
Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!
A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between." (U5.124)
"Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it settling her garter.
Her friend covering the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at?
- Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
- One of the best, M'Coy said." (U5.132)
Her friend covering the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at?
- Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
- One of the best, M'Coy said." (U5.132)
"The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick.
— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks." (U5.138)
— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks." (U5.138)
"He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
What is home without
Plumtree's Potted Meat?
Incomplete.
With it an abode of bliss."
(U5.143)
What is home without
Plumtree's Potted Meat?
Incomplete.
With it an abode of bliss."
(U5.143)
"- My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness." (U5.148)
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness." (U5.148)