"Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the trotting matches.
"She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.
Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away, sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank." (U5.297)
"Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. (U5.303).
More reasonably, a check for 2 pounds from the Bank of Ireland.
A receipt from the Bank of Ireland, dated June 28th 1899.
"Shows you the money to be made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A million pounds, wait a moment." (U5.305)
"Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. One and four into twenty: fifteen about." (U5.308)
"Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions of barrels of porter.
What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.
An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach. Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside." (U5.311)
"The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth." (U5.314)
"He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again behind the leather headband. Damn it." (U5.318)
"I might have tried to work M'Coy for a pass to Mullingar." (U5.320)
"Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver and the African mission." (U5.322)
"Prayers for the conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious." (U5.323)
"The protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the true religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to the heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for them." (U5.325)

William Joseph Walsh (1841 - 1921) served as the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Dublin from 1885 to his death in 1921.
"Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum." (U5.328)
"Taking it easy with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning." (U6.328)

"Not like Ecce Homo. Crown of thorns and cross." (U5.329)

'Ecce Homo' (Latin = Behold the Man) are the words said by Pontius Pilate during the trial of Jesus, as related in the Gospel of St. John (19:5). Pilate presented a scourged Jesus Christ, bound and crowned with thorns, to a hostile crowd shortly before His Crucifixion. Popular in Christian art, Ecce Homo refers to any work that depicts Jesus wearing the crown of thorns, be it a close up of his head (with crown of thorns and torture wounds, as in this PC), his full figure (with purple robe and loincloth), or the whole tableau with Pilate and the mocking crowd (+/- scenery from Jerusalem).
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