"Christmas turkeys and geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat, drink and be merry. Then casual wards full after. Heads bandaged." (U8.753)
"Cheese digests all but itself. Mity cheese.
- Have you a cheese sandwich?
- Yes, sir.
Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of burgundy: take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber. Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab." (U8.755)
"- Wife well?
- Quite well, thanks... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
- Yes, sir." (U8.763)
"Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
- Doing any singing those times?
Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match. Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does no harm. Free ad.
- She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard perhaps.
- No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up?" (U8.766)

A little coachman from Belfast...
"The curate served.
- How much is that?
- Seven d, sir... Thank you, sir.
Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Mr MacTrigger. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. His five hundred wives. Had the time of their lives." (U8.774)
"A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart. He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock five minutes fast. Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet.
His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, longingly.
Wine." (U8.789)
"No fear: no brains.
Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.
- He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that boxing match Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he was telling me... " (U8.798)
"Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. Too much fat on the parsnips.
- And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said." (U8.809)

[NB: this is not Davy Byrne]
"Can you give us a good one for the Gold cup?
- I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a horse.
- You're right there, Nosey Flynn said. " (U8.813)
"Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust, pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese." (U8.818)
"Sips of his wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with the chill off.
Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like the way it curves there." (U8.819)
"- I wouldn't do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined many a man the same horses." (U8.824)

In this Christian PC, the 'races' listed at the bookie's window are titled Lost Hope, Desperation, Theft and Suicide.
"Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.
- True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving Sceptre today." (U8.826)
"Zinfandel's the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom." (U8.830)
"Morny Cannon is riding him." (U8.831)

Herbert Mornington Cannon (1873 - 1962). He was the son of famous jockey Thomas Cannon. On the day he was born, May 21st 1873, his father had ridden the colt Mornington to victory at Bath, and gave the horse's name to his son. Morny was only 13 when he rode his first winner, becoming a leading jockey and Champion 6 times.
"I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.
- That so? Davy Byrne said.
He went towards the window and, taking up the petty cash book, scanned its pages.
- I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said snuffling. That was a rare bit of horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap." (U8.831)
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