"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)
"— Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?
— I noticed he was in mourning.
— Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at home. You're right, by God. So he was.
— I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their minds.
— It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said." (U8.943)
"I met him the day before yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to his better half." (U8.949)
Henry street after the insurrection of 1916.
"She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast." (U8.952)
"- And is he doing for the Freeman? Davy Byrne said.
Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
- He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of that.
- How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book." (U8.953)
"Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He winked.
- He's in the craft, he said.
- Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.
- Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order.He's an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg up. I was told that by a-- well, I won't say who." (U8.958)
"- Is that a fact?
- O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it, but they're as close as damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it." (U8.965)
"Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:
- Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
- There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the Saint Legers of Doneraile.
Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:" (U8.969)
"- And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and I never once saw him, you know, over the line.
- God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Slips off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah, you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he does.
- There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
- He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due." (U8.976)
"O, Bloom has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do. " (U8.984)
"His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
- I know, Davy Byrne said.
- Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said." (U8.986)
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