Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

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8. Lestrygonians

[7231] —O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?

[7244] —All on the baker’s list, Mrs Breen said.

[7255] —O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn’t any near relation.

[7266] —Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen’s womaneyes said

[7273] Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn’t lost them anyhow.

[7362] —Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It’s a very

[7373] Mrs Breen nodded.

[7389] —Who is he if it’s a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?

[7404] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen

10. Wandering Rocks

[11424] Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry

[12053] foreleg of King Billy’s horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her

12. Cyclops

[14393] door. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen

[14398] —Look at him, says he. Breen. He’s traipsing all round Dublin with a

[14416] —Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went

[15407] —Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p:

[15457] povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him,

13. Nausicaa

[17727] brushing his coat. And Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too,

15. Circe

[20281] (She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man’s frieze overcoat

[20285] MRS BREEN: Mr...

[20290] MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you

[20300] MRS BREEN: (Holds up a finger.) Now, don’t tell a big fib! I know

[20329] MRS BREEN: (Screams gaily.) O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!

[20336] MRS BREEN: Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Killing simply. (She

[20347] MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic

[20356] MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall. Love’s old sweet song.

[20362] MRS BREEN: (Gushingly.) Tremendously teapot! London’s teapot and I’m

[20373] MRS BREEN: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a

[20384] (Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with Wisdom Hely’s sandwichboards,

[20391] MRS BREEN: (To Bloom.) High jinks below stairs. (She gives him the glad

[20396] MRS BREEN: (Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss.)

[20429] MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and

[20436] MRS BREEN: (All agog.) O, not for worlds.

[20440] MRS BREEN: Let’s.

[20442] (The bawd makes an unheeded sign. Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen. The

[20454] MRS BREEN: (In smart Saxe tailormade, white velours hat and spider

[20465] MRS BREEN: She did, of course, the cat! Don’t tell me! Nice adviser!

[20473] MRS BREEN: (Squeezes his arm, simpers.) Naughty cruel I was!

[20480] MRS BREEN: Too...

[20488] MRS BREEN: (Eagerly.) Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

[24570] Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the Westland

17. Ithaca

[29953] the preceding day by a wife (Mrs Josephine Breen, born Josie Powell),

18. Penelope

[31494] than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them