"Hotblooded young student fooling round her fat arms ironing. Are those yours, Mary?
- I don't wear such things... Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. Out half the night.
- There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.
- Ah, get along with your great times coming.
Barmaids too. Tobacco shopgirls. " (U8.449)
"James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring." (U8.457)
"Sinn Fein. Back out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in, the firing squad. Turnkey's daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses." (U8.458)
"Garibaldi." (U8.461)
"You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom. Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government. That the language question should take precedence of the economic question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with the band. No grace for the carver. The thought that the other chap pays best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home." (U8.462)
"Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. The not far distant day. Home Rule sun rising up in the northwest." (U8.472)
"His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Useless words. Things go on same, day after day: squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies mooching about. Dignam carted off." (U8.475)
"Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes. Three hundred kicked the bucket." (U8.479)
"Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa." (U8.482)
"Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that." (U8.484)
"Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age." (U8.486)
"Pyramids in sand." (U8.489)
"Built on bread and onions." (U8.490)

'Bread and onions' is the traditional fare of the Egyptian fellah (peasant). This SV shows a fancier lunch counter in old Cairo.
"Slaves Chinese wall. Babylon." (U8.490)
"Big stones left. Round towers. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses, built of breeze. Shelter for the night." (U8.490)
"No one is anything.
This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed." (U8.493)
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