- Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors, as we read in the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to the running stream." (U7.491)
- And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded." (U7.499)
- First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?" (U7.502)
Bullockbefriending bard." (U7.526)
A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O'Rourke, prince of Breffni." (U7.532)
NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED
- We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time is money. Material domination." (U7.551)
Robert Arthur Talbot Gascoyne-Cecil, 3rd Marquess of Salisbury (1830 - 1903) was a British statesman and Prime Minister (for Queen Victoria then Edward VII) a total of over 13 years. Salisbury's expertise was in foreign affairs; for most of his time as Prime Minister he served as Foreign Secretary (rather than First Lord of the Treasury, the traditional position) and pursued a policy of 'Splendid Isolation.' Among the events of his premierships was the Partition of Africa, culminating in the Fashoda Crisis and the Second Boer War. Of Irish interest, he sought 'to fight Home Rule with kindness' by launching a land reform programme to promote Irish land ownership.
He strode away from them towards the window.
- They went forth to battle, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell.
- Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!
He whispered then near Stephen's ear:" (U7.565)
- There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble?
I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?" (U7.577)
- But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railway line?
- Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
Lenehan announced gladly:
- The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!
He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp." (U7.587)
A similar period riddle. His "Consort Ena" = his "Concertina", see the wheeze?
A wheeze, as I learned from Tit-Bits (August 29, 1908) is 'a safe and prompt laugh'.
- We were only thinking about it, Stephen said." (U7.600)
- Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a cold in the park. The gate was open." (U7.611)
- He wants you for the pressgang, J.J. O'Molloy said.
THE GREAT GALLAHER
- You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis." (U7.624)