"He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by." (U8.155)
"Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years." (U8.156)
"Ten years ago: ninetyfour he died, yes that's right, the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the flag fell, Bobbob lapping it for the inner alderman. Couldn't hear what the band played." (U8.158)
"For what we have already received may the Lord make us. Milly was a kiddy then." (U8.162)
"Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons." (U8.163)
From Wikipedia: A frog is an ornamental braiding for fastening the front of a garment that consists of a button and a loop through which it passes. The usual purpose of frogs is to provide a closure for a garment while decorating it at the same time. These frogs are usually used on garments that appear oriental in design. Frogs are usually meant to be a design detail that "stands out".
Many sewers make their own because supplies are inexpensive and the results are customizable. Using larger or smaller size cording or fabric tubes will result in larger and smaller frogs. Also, self-fabric can be used to create frogs that are the same color as the garment, though frogs are usually chosen to be a contrasting color to that of the garment.
"She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too." (U8.165)
"Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just beginning to plump it out well. Rabbit pie we had that day. People looking after her." (U8.167)
"Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper, Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen." (U8.170)
"Milly's tubbing night. American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she looked soaped all over. Shapely too." (U8.171)
"Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.
Windy night that was I went to fetch her " (U8.181)
"there was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supper room or oakroom of the Mansion house." (U8.184)
The Mansion House (on Dawson street) is the official residence of the Lord Mayor of Dublin. It was built in 1710 by Joshua Dawson (merchant, builder, and developer of Dawson and Nassau streets) for himself. In 1715, the Dublin City Corporation, looking for an official residence for the lord mayor, purchased it for £3,500 plus a yearly rent, each Christmas, of 40s and 6 lbs of refined sugar. In return, Dawson agreed to add on a room for civic receptions - the famous Oak Room.
"He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew out of my hand against the high school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her." (U8.187)
"Professor Goodwin linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts. Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up. Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust? Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind." (U8.188)
"Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the busk of her stays. White." (U8.194)
"Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her. Always liked to let herself out. Sitting there after till near two, taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. That was the night..." (U8.198)
"- O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
- O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?
- No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.
- In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily," (U8.202)