Ah, I'm hungry.
He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once." (U8.729)
- Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
- Hello, Flynn.
- How's things?
- Tiptop... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and... let me see.
Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking." (U8.735)
The front page of The Freeman's Journal carries Births, Marriages & Deaths.
Puzzles were popular at the turn of the century, and commonly found in magazines. A classical format was 'Find the [hidden picture]'. This one states: 'Puzzle, find the Rabbit'. Others formats were ciphers, hidden messages etc.
- 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." (U8.755)
- Quite well, thanks... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
- Yes, sir." (U8.763)
- 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...
- 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)
— Thank you.
He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Their lives. I have it. It grew bigger and bigger and bigger.
— Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part shares and part profits.
— Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in it?" (U8.780)
His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, longingly.
He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
— Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact." (U8.789)
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)
Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it up.
— For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God till urther orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy chap.