"Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before him.
- That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.
- Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.
Tom Rochford nodded and drank." (U8.1010)
"- Is it Zinfandel?
- Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I'm going to plunge five bob on my own.
- Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard said. Who gave it to you?" (U8.1015)
"Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
- So long! Nosey Flynn said.
The others turned.
- That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered." (U8.1020)
"- Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two of your small Jamesons after that and a...
- Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.
- Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby." (U8.1024)
"Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Something green it would have to be: spinach, say. Then with those Röntgen rays searchlight you could." (U8.1028)
"At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the cobble stones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom coasted warily. Ruminants. His second course. Their upper jaw they move." (U8.1031)
"He hummed prolonging in solemn ech/o the closes of the bars:
Don Giovanni, a cenar teco
M' invitasti." (U8.1039)
"Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some chap in the blues. Dutch courage." (U8.1042)
"Bare clean closestools, waiting, in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the body, changing biliary duct, spleen squirting liver, gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the time with his insides entrails on show. Science." (U8.1045)
"Keyes: two months if I get Nannetti to. That'll be two pounds ten, about two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott's dyeworks van over there. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Five guineas about. On the pig's back." (U8.1057)
"Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new garters.
Today. Today. Not think." (U8.1061)
"Tour the south then. What about English watering places? Brighton, Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely seaside girls." (U8.1064)
"Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat anything." (U8.1066)
"Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. Why I left the church of Rome. Birds' Nest women run him. They say they used to give pauper children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight. Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same bait. Why we left the church of Rome?" (U8.1069)
"A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No tram in sight. Wants to cross.
- Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked.
The blind stripling did not answer. His wall face frowned weakly. He moved his head uncertainly.
- You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite. Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way." (U8.1075)
"Wonder if he has a name, Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
- Thanks, sir.
Knows I'm a man. Voice.
- Right now? First turn to the left. " (U8.1098)