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"Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever of nature.
- About a fortnight ago, sir? - Yes, Mr Bloom said. He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your aches and pains. - Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then orangeflower water... It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. - And white wax also, he said." (U5.482) |
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"Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk. Skinfood." (U4.494) |
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"One of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it? had only one skin. Leopold, yes. Three we have." (U5.497) |
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"Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath." (U5.502)
A Dublin guidebook (1895) lists the following baths: * St Stephen's Green Baths, at the west side of St Stephen's Green Park. This establishment provides excellent and varied accomodation, including Turkish baths, with plunge, hot and cold water, fresh and salt, electric and medicated baths. A special department for ladies. * The Turkish Baths, in Lincoln place, close to Westland Row Terminus, afford good accomodation both for Ladies and Gentlemen. All kinds of water baths (swimming baths excepted) are here provided. * The Hammam Hotel and Turkish Baths, in Upper Sackville street, are commodious and well conducted. Warm and cold water baths may be had also. * 11 Leinster street. Turkish and other baths. [This is the hammam around the corner from Bloom]. * Nassau Place. Hot and cold water baths; first, second and third class. |
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"Good morning, have you used Pears' soap?" (U5.524)
This is one of many Pears' Soap ads that used this slogan. |
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"Tight collar he'll lose his hair.
- You can keep it, Mr Bloom said." (U5.529) A tight collar impedes blood circulation. This ad in Pearson's Magazine (1905) makes it clear: 'Baldness and falling hair are caused by the lack of proper nourishment of the hair roots. This lack of nourishment is due to the absence of blood in the scalp - an abnormal condition. It is the blood which conveys nourishment to the hair roots as well as to every other part of the body. If you want the hair to grow on the scalp the blood must be made to circulate there.' |
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"- Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum the second.
- I was just going to throw it away, Mr Bloom said. Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. - What's that? his sharp voice said. - I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it away that moment. Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms. - I'll risk it, he said. Here, thanks." (U5.531) |
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"Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it lately. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now." (U5.543) |
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"They never come back." (U5.547) |
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"Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Buller broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg." (U5.558) |
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"Donnybrook fair more in their line." (U5.561) |
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"Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream." (U5.565) |
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"This is my body." (U5.566) |
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"He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower." (U5.567) |