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"- I'm off, said Boylan with impatience.
He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. - Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you. Tom Rochford... - Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, going. Lenehan gulped to go. - Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming. " (U11.426) |
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"- How do you do, Mr Dollard?
- Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time." (U11.435) |
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"Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie. And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now. How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider." (U11.444) |
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"Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered he wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window watched, bronze from afar.
Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear. - Love and war, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times." (U11.453) |
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"Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting light), she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord." (U11.460)" |
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"Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
- Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses." (U11.492) Merrion square was a classy neighborhood. This PC states: 'Daniel O'Connell and many other noted men have lived in this famous square.' |
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"Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
- Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon? Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. - Buccinator muscle is... What...? Bit rusty... O, she is... My Irish Molly, O. He puffed a pungent plumy blast." (U11.509) |
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"- From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way." (U11.515) |
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"They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two, Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent." (U12.516) |
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"Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate." (U11.519) |
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"By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun, in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Horn. Have you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn." (U11.524) |
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"He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
- Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would. - Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben. Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there." (U11.535) |
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"In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and war someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out." (U11.553) |
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"Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the bowend, sawing the 'cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them." (U11.574) |
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"Only the harp. Lovely gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin." (U11.580) |