J. J. O'Molloy said not without regret:
— And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
— A sudden - at - the - moment - though - from - lingering - illness - often - previously - expectorated - demise, Lenehan added. And with a great future behind him.
The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and pattering up the staircase.
— That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted." (U7.871)
"Gone with the wind. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches. The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no more" (U7.880)
"I have money.
— Gentlemen, Stephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I suggest that the house do now adjourn?
— You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? Mr O'Madden Burke asked. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug, metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry." (U7.884)

A contemporary PC caricatures the 'ligislative' abilities of the Irish such as Stephen displays.
"- That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All who are in favour say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To which particular boosing shed...? My casting vote is: Mooney's!" (U7.890)
"He led the way, admonishing:
- We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not? Yes, we will not. By no manner of means.
Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his umbrella:
- Lay on, Macduff!" (U7.893)
"—Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?
He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
- Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are they? That's all right." (U7.899)
"He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.

J.J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:
- I hope you will live to see it published. Myles, one moment.
He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.
— Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn't it? It has the prophetic vision. Fuit Ilium! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this world." (U7.904)
"The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today." (U7.911)
"The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and rushed out into the street, yelling:
- Racing special!" (U7.912)"
"Dublin. I have much, much to learn." (U7.915)
They turned to the left along Abbey street.
- I have a vision too, Stephen said.
- Yes, the professor said, skipping to get into step. Crawford will follow.
Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran:
- Racing special!" (U7.916)

- Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
- Where is that? the professor asked.
- Off Blackpitts, Stephen said." (U7.921)
"Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face glistening tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records." (U7.927)
"Quicker, darlint!
On now. Dare it. Let there be life." (U7.929)
"They want to see the views of Dublin" (U7.931)

Nelson's pillar offered the city's best public viewing platform, reached by a spiral stairway inside the column. The original entrance to the pillar was underground, and thus not visible on this mid 19c. CDV.
"from the top of Nelson's pillar." (U7.931)

In 1894, a porch (designed by G. P. Baxter) was added to allow direct access from the street.