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. 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." (U5.107)
- Why? I said. What's wrong with him? I said.
Proud: rich: silk stockings.
- Yes, Mr Bloom said." (U5.119)
- 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)
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)
— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks." (U5.138)
What is home without
Plumtree's Potted Meat?
With it an abode of bliss."
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness." (U5.148)
- That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?" (U5.151)
M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
- O well, he said. That's good news.
He moved to go.
- Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
- Yes, Mr Bloom said.
- Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found." (U5.162)