"I will appear to you after death. You will see my ghost after death. My ghost will haunt you after death." (U6.1000)
"There is another world after death named hell. I do not like that other world she wrote. No more do I. Plenty to see and hear and feel yet." (U6.1001)
"Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty beds. They are not going to get me this innings. Warm beds: warm fullblooded life." (U6.1003)
"Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely.
Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton. John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office. Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out that evening on the bowling green because I sailed inside him. Pure fluke of mine: the bias." (U6.1006)
Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton. John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office. Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out that evening on the bowling green because I sailed inside him. Pure fluke of mine: the bias." (U6.1006)
"Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first sight. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactree, laughing. Fellow always like that, mortified if women are by." (U6.1012)
"Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
- Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them.
They stopped.
- Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said, pointing.
John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving.
- There, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also.
John Henry Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his coatsleeve." (U6.1015)
- Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them.
They stopped.
- Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said, pointing.
John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving.
- There, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also.
John Henry Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his coatsleeve." (U6.1015)
"He clapped the hat on his head again.
- It's all right now, Martin Cunningham said.
John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
- Thank you, he said shortly." (U6.1022)
[Note: this is not John Henry Menton]
- It's all right now, Martin Cunningham said.
John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
- Thank you, he said shortly." (U6.1022)
[Note: this is not John Henry Menton]
"They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin laying down the law. Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger without his seeing it.
Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him. Get the pull over him that way." (U6.1026)
Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him. Get the pull over him that way." (U6.1026)
"Thank you. How grand we are this morning!" (U6.1033)