Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

Episodes text

  1. Telemachus
  2. Nestor
  3. Proteus
  4. Calypso
  5. Lotus Eaters
  6. Hades
  7. Aeolus
  8. Lestrygonians
  9. Scylla and Charybdis
  10. Wandering Rocks
  11. Sirens
  12. Cyclops
  13. Nausicaa
  14. Oxen of the Sun
  15. Circe
  16. Eumaeus
  17. Ithaca
  18. Penelope

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8. Lestrygonians

[7419] U. p: up. I’ll take my oath that’s Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding.

11. Sirens

[12851] Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We’ll put a barleystraw

12. Cyclops

[14389] Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney’s
[14392] Doran. I didn’t know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the
[14396] poodle. I thought Alf would split.
[14416] —Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went
[14425] —Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?
[14427] —Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us
[14435] —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.
[14465] —Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about
[14473] —Honest injun, says Alf. Read them.
[14482] —How’s Willy Murray those times, Alf?
[14484] —I don’t know, says Alf. I saw him just now in Capel street with
[14489] —With Dignam, says Alf.
[14493] —Yes, says Alf. Why?
[14497] —Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf.
[14501] —Sure I’m after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain
[14508] —What? says Alf. Good Christ, only five... What?... And Willy Murray
[14514] —Dead! says Alf. He’s no more dead than you are.
[14519] —Paddy? says Alf.
[14523] —Good Christ! says Alf.
[14580] Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faith, he was.
[14589] —I beg your parsnips, says Alf.
[14594] —Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He’s over all his
[14663] them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you
[14673] And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a
[14694] —There’s one thing it hasn’t a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
[14698] —The poor bugger’s tool that’s being hanged, says Alf.
[14702] —God’s truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was
[14736] was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So of
[14742] Arrah, bloody end to the paw he’d paw and Alf trying to keep him from
[15125] —Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.
[15127] —Friend of yours, says Alf.
[15131] —I won’t mention any names, says Alf.
[15217] —Is that really a fact? says Alf.
[15277] —Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that
[15282] —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.
[15291] —Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up
[15300] blood, asking Alf:
[15304] —Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only
[15340] —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he’s
[15377] —Hello, Alf.
[15407] —Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p:
[15416] —Ten thousand pounds, says Alf, laughing. God, I’d give anything to
[15419] —Was it you did it, Alf? says Joe. The truth, the whole truth and
[15422] —Me? says Alf. Don’t cast your nasturtiums on my character.
[15430] —Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he’s balmy?
[15437] —Ha ha, Alf, says Joe.
[15480] —Where? says Alf.
[15504] —Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.
[15510] —Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn’t clap him in the
[15596] —And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette
[15800] Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of
[15915] little Alf.
[16027] —What? says Alf.
[16230] —Who made those allegations? says Alf.
[16453] candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf
[16470] Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and Alf
[16532] anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he

15. Circe

[20386] muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of
[20389] ALF BERGAN: (Points jeering at the sandwichboards.) U. p: up.