"What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
- 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)
"Sandwich? Ham and his descendants mustered and bred there. Potted meats. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad!" (U8.741)
"Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree." (U8.744)
The front page of The Freeman's Journal carries Births, Marriages & Deaths.
"Dignam's potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too salty. Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honor. Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect." (U8.744)
"There was a right royal old nigger. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up." (U8.748)
"Puzzle find the meat." (U8.750)
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.
"Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions." (U8.751)
"Christmas turkeys and geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat, drink and be merry. Then casual wards full after." (U8.753)
"Heads bandaged." (U8.755)
"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." (U8.755)
"Good glass of burgundy: take away that. Lubricate” (U8.758)
"A nice salad, cool as a cucumber. Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it." (U8.759)
"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." (U8.760)
"- 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)