"Do ptake some ptarmigan. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I remember. Du, de la, French." (U8.886)
"Still it's the same fish, perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making money, hand over fist, finger in fishes' gills, can't write his name on a cheque, think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha. Ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds." (U8.891)
A period ad for Michael & P. Hanlon (Fish, Oyster and Ice Merchants) at 20 & 21 Moore street. Probably the very Micky who can't write his name on a cheque.
"Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck." (U8.896)
"Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered." (U8.897)
"Hidden under wild ferns on Howth. Below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton." (U8.899)
"Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away." (U8.902)
"Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft, warm, sticky gumjelly lips." (U8.906)
"Pebbles fell. She lay still. A goat. No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded." (U8.910)
"Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes." (U8.910)
"Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her." (U18.913)
"She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me." (U8.915)
"Me. And me now.
Stuck, the flies buzzed." (U8.917)
"His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires." (U8.919)
"Can see them library museum standing in the round hall, naked goddesses. Aids to digestion. They don't care what man looks. All to see. Never speaking, I mean to say to fellows like Flynn." (U9.921)
"Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in your proper place." (U8.924)
Edwardian actress Mary Anderson created the role of Galatea in the play 'Pygmalion & Galatea' by Sir W. Gilbert. She is mentioned in Hades. The first words Galatea said were "Pygmalion, where am I?"
"Quaffing nectar at mess with gods, golden dishes, all ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Nectar, imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food." (U8.925)