J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
- He said of it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live.
His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
— Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.
— The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
— You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.
Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed." (U7.766)
"He took a cigarette from the case. J.J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying:
- Muchibus thankibus.


- Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J.J. O'Molloy said to Stephen. A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he say about me? Don't ask." (U7.777)
"- No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarette case aside. Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a speech made by John F. Taylor at the college historical society." ([U7.791])
"Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days) advocating the revival of the Irish tongue." (U7.794)
"He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
- You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his discourse. " (U7.797)

From Dictionary of National Biography ed. Sidney Lee, 2001:
Gerald Fitzgibbon (1837 - 1909) was Lord Justice of appeal in Ireland. He was born in Dublin. His father was Master in Chancery and a leading member of the Irish bar, and his brother Henry president of the Royal College of Surgeons.
Fitzgibbon became a classical scholar 1858 at Trinity, distinguished himself in classics, law, oratory and English composition. He was called to the Irish bar in 1860, became legal advisor to Dublin Castle (1876), solicitor general for Ireland in Lord Beaconsfield's government (1877), then was promoted to Lord Justice of Appeal (1878).
Outside of his profession as a judge, he was a member of the church of Ireland, a freemason (Trinity College lodge, 1876), chairman of the educational endowment in Ireland (1855-1897) and commissioner of national education.
He had a country home in Howth where George Salmon, John Visc. Morley, Mr. Arthur Balfour, Lord Roberts, Woleseley, and Lord Randolph Churchil were regular visitors.
He is buried in St Fintan in Howth and has a marble statue in St Patrick cathedral.
"- He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on the Trinity college estates commission.
- He is sitting with a sweet thing in a child's frock, Myles Crawford said. Go on. Well?" (U7.800)
"- It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction, I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore worthless.
He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new focus.

In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy:
- Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sick bed. That he had prepared his speech I do not believe" (U7.804)
"for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy beard round it. He wore a loose neckcloth and altogether he looked (though he was not) a dying man.
His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His unglazed linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair. Still seeking, he said:" (U7.815)
"- When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F. Taylor rose to reply. Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.
He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more. Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet." (U7.823)
"He began:
- Mr chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the remarks addressed to the youth of Ireland a moment since by my learned friend. It seemed to me that I had been transported into a country far away from this country, into an age remote from this age, that I stood in ancient Egypt and that I was listening to the speech of some highpriest of that land addressed to the youthful Moses." (U7.827)
"His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at it yourself?
- And it seemed to me that I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me." (U7.834)

It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That's saint Augustine." (U7.841)
"- Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our language? You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we are a mighty people. You have no cities nor no wealth: our cities are hives of humanity and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the known globe. You have but emerged from primitive conditions: we have a literature, a priesthood, an agelong history and a polity." (U7.845)
Child, man, effigy.
By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone." (U7.851)
"- You pray to a local and obscure idol: our temples, majestic and mysterious, are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra. Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the seas. Israel is weak and few are her children: Egypt is an host and terrible are her arms. Vagrants and daylabourers are you called: the world trembles at our name.." (U7.855)
"A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it boldly:
- But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to and accepted that view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage, nor followed the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have come down with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms the tables of the law, graven in the language of the outlaw.
He ceased and looked at them, enjoying silence." (U7.860)