"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. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities." (U8.899)
"Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all." (U8.903)
'O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away." (U8.904)
"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)
"Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes." (U8.910)
"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)
"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)
"Lovely forms of woman sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely. And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine. They have no. Never looked. I'll look today. Keeper won't see. Bend down let something fall see if she." (U8.928)
"Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a youth enjoyed her, to the yard." (U8.932)
"When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
- What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
- He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the Freeman.
- I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble? " (U8.937)