Joyce's Ulysses Concordance

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[14363] London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn,

[19898] (Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their oxters,

[19912] (Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their tunics

[19919] PRIVATE CARR: (Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!

[20534] PRIVATE CARR: (Behind his back.) He aint half balmy.

[20538] PRIVATE CARR: (To the navvy.) Portobello barracks canteen. You ask for

[20539] Carr. Just Carr.

[20546] PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He’s my pal. I love old Bennett.

[24190] (Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the

[24197] PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY:

[24598] PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Was he insulting you?

[24620] PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy.) Was he insulting you while me and him was

[24637] PRIVATE CARR: (His cap awry, advances to Stephen.) Say, how would it be,

[24680] PRIVATE CARR: (Pulls himself free and comes forward.) What’s that

[24697] (He shakes hands with Private Carr, Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and

[24701] PRIVATE CARR: (To Stephen.) Say it again.

[24707] Carr’s sleeve.) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country

[24729] PRIVATE CARR: I don’t give a bugger who he is.

[24807] PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about my king?

[24814] PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?

[24839] PRIVATE CARR: (Tugging at his belt.) I’ll wring the neck of any fucker

[24870] PRIVATE CARR: I’ll do him in.

[24890] PRIVATE CARR: (Loosening his belt, shouts.) I’ll wring the neck of any

[24897] CISSY CAFFREY: (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr’s sleeve.) Amn’t I with

[24974] PRIVATE CARR: (With ferocious articulation.) I’ll do him in, so help

[24998] CISSY CAFFREY: (Pulling Private Carr.) Come on, you’re boosed. He

[25004] PRIVATE CARR: (Breaks loose.) I’ll insult him.

[25047] PRIVATE CARR: (Lurches towards the watch.) He insulted my lady friend.

[25058] PRIVATE CARR: (Staggering as he is pulled away.) God fuck old Bennett.