What perfume does your wife use?" (U7.226)
A sudden screech of laughter came from the Evening Telegraph office. Know who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.
He entered softly." (U7.230)
The ghost walks = it's payday
- Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
Ned Lambert, seated on the table, read on:
- Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles on its way, tho' quarrelling with the stony obstacles," (U7.239)
—Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:
- The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage. O boys! O boys!
- And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again on the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.
- That will do, professor MacHugh cried from the window. I don't want to hear any more of the stuff." (U7.244)
- Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.
- Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an accent on the whose." (U7.272)
Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap. That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in the wind, I wonder. Money worry.
- Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.
- You're looking extra.
- Is the editor to be seen? J.J. O'Molloy asked, looking towards the inner door.
- Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in his sanctum with Lenehan." (U7.291)
- Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated windbag!
Peaks, Ned Lambert went on, towering high on high, to bathe our souls, as it were ...
- Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he taking anything for it?" (U8.313)
- The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet." (U7.320)
- That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shines forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...
- O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions! That'll do, Ned. Life is too short.
He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.
- Doughy Daw! he cried.
WHAT WETHERUP SAID
All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow." (U7.330)
- What is it?
- And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.
- Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition." (U7.344)