"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," (U8.831)
- 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," (U8.831)
"Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap." (U8.838)
"Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.
He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.
- Ay, he said, sighing." (U8.839)
He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.
- Ay, he said, sighing." (U8.839)
"Mr Bloom, champing standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey numskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money." (U8.840)
"Dewdrop coming down again. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly beards they like." (U8.845)
"Dogs' cold noses." (U8.847)
"Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!" (U8.847)
"Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can. Six, six. Time will be gone then. She...
Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off colour." (U8.850)
Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off colour." (U8.850)
"His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. All the odd things people pick up for food." (U8.855)
"Out of shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees," (U8.856)
"snails out of the ground the French eat," (U8.857)
"out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth. Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories. Roundness you think good. Gaudy colour warns you off. One fellow told another and so on." (U8.857)
"Try it on the dog first. Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit. Ice cones. Cream. Instinct. Orangegroves for instance. Need artificial irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse." (U8.861)
"Yes but what about oysters? Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells." (U8.863)
"Devil to open them too. Who found them out? Garbage, sewage they feed on." (U8.864)
Tit-bits (1890) offers an answer.
Tit-bits (1890) offers an answer.
"Fizz and Red bank oysters. Effect on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he oysters old fish at table. Perhaps he young flesh in bed. No. June has no ar no oysters." (U8.865)