Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
— Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember?
Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.
— He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
The foreman moved his pencil towards it." (U7.120)
Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves. Maybe he understands what I." (U7.126)
This is a (much later) similar design for the R.A.F. No. 16 Squadron.
- Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
Let him take that in first.
Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice," (U7.130)
Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew swiftly on the scarred woodwork.
HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
- Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on.
Better not teach him his own business.
- You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?" (U7.137)
I could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that voglio. But then if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. Better not.
- We can do that, the foreman said. Have you the design?
- I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that and just a little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass licensed premises. Longfelt want. So on." (U7.150)
On the back of this photograph is pencilled "Uncle Andy and his family during their trip in Ireland."
- We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.
A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their cases." (U8.159)
Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it?" (U7.164)
The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying:
- Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the Telegraph." (U7.178)