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1. Telemachus
[29]
—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul
[78]
Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. He can’t make you out. O, my
[239]
they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall
[285]
—You said, Stephen answered, O, it’s only Dedalus whose mother is
[319]
—O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.
[431]
O, won’t we have a merry time,
[435]
O, won’t we have a merry time
[478]
Haines, come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy
[479]
gifts. Where’s the sugar? O, jay, there’s no milk.
[489]
—O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
[834]
—O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
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o’er his base into the sea, isn’t it?
[899]
—O, Haines said, you have heard it before?
2. Nestor
[1196]
—O, do, sir. A ghoststory.
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said. I saw three generations since O’Connell’s time. I remember the
[1511]
of the union twenty years before O’Connell did or before the prelates
[1681]
O’Rourke, prince of Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many
3. Proteus
[1792]
o’er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably! I am
[1853]
And and and and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the
[1947]
wet street. O si, certo! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned
[1957]
Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O
[2018]
all brass buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? O,
[2019]
that’s all right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that’s all
[2020]
right. Shake a shake. O, that’s all only all right.
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Strongbow’s castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me,
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Remembering thee, O Sion.
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O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues’ rum lingo,
[2238]
for, O, my dimber wapping dell! A shefiend’s whiteness under her
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Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me
4. Calypso
[2429]
—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
[2546]
He approached Larry O’Rourke’s. From the cellar grating floated up
[2558]
tell you? What’s that, Mr O’Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians,
[2559]
they’d only be an eight o’clock breakfast for the Japanese.
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Dignam, Mr O’Rourke.
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—Good day, Mr O’Rourke.
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of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed Saint
[2641]
them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the
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O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.
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the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin’s hat! All we
[2822]
—O, Boylan, she said. He’s bringing the programme.
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—O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
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O, well: she knows how to mind herself. But if not? No, nothing has
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in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say. O’Brien.
5. Lotus Eaters
[3157]
battered caskhoop. Tell him if he smokes he won’t grow. O let him! His
[3162]
enough. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O’Neill’s. Singing
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tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a
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c/o P. O. Westland Row,
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O’Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith’s
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—O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
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—O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.
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—O, well, he said. That’s good news.
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his face. That day! O, dear! O, dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was best
[3483]
will do to you, you naughty boy, if you do not wrote. O how I long to
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O, Mairy lost the pin of her drawers.
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about them. They’re not straight men of business either. O, no,
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—O God, our refuge and our strength...
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restrain him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly
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trousers. O, and I forgot that latchkey too. Bore this funeral affair.
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O well, poor fellow, it’s not his fault. When was it I got it made up
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have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions book.
6. Hades
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Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping
[4103]
—O, draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear
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—O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It’s a
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—Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we’ll have all
[4219]
them. Smith O’Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there. Woman.
[4232]
O’Callaghan on his last legs.
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—O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
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—O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and
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hobby to row me o’er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages.
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—O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?
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shillings to O’Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin
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—The O’Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.
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—He’s at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O’.
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—O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some
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—John O’Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
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Mr O’Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:
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good terms with him. Decent fellow, John O’Connell, real good sort.
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tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O’Connell must be a descendant
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catholic all the same like a big giant in the dark. Will o’ the wisp.
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O, poor Robinson Crusoe!
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Charley, you’re my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does
7. Aeolus
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it. Miles of it unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up meat,
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with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O dear!
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shadows cast o’er its pensive bosom by the overarching leafage of the
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—The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage. O boys! O boys!
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—Excuse me, J. J. O’Molloy said, entering.
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J. J. O’Molloy shook his head.
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—Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O’Molloy asked, looking towards the
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J. J. O’Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the
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—O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and
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Passing out he whispered to J. J. O’Molloy:
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—Good day, Myles, J. J. O’Molloy said, letting the pages he held
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—Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
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J. J. O’Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking:
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He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O’Molloy
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J. J. O’Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan’s hand and read them,
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and you’ll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the
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past the fireplace to J. J. O’Molloy who placed the tissues in his
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—Seems to be, J. J. O’Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in
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O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
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—Imperium romanum, J. J. O’Molloy said gently. It sounds nobler than
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—They were nature’s gentlemen, J. J. O’Molloy murmured. But we
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—Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. O’Molloy
[6117]
Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from
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—I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led
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—O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
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Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O’Rourke, prince of Breffni.
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the ramparts of Vienna. Don’t you forget! Maximilian Karl O’Donnell,
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geese. O yes, every time. Don’t you forget that!
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—The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O’Molloy said quietly,
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—They went forth to battle, Mr O’Madden Burke said greyly, but they
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—Opera? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.
[6246]
He poked Mr O’Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O’Madden Burke
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Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose ties.
[6259]
—Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O’Molloy said in
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—And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added. The vocal muse.
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—Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
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—We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
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—He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O’Molloy said.
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—Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
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—Clamn dever, Lenehan said to Mr O’Madden Burke.
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—Very smart, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
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—O yes, J. J. O’Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home
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fellows, like Whiteside, like Isaac Butt, like silvertongued O’Hagan.
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—Speak up for yourself, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
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J. J. O’Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.
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—Well, J. J. O’Molloy said, Bushe K.C., for example.
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J. J. O’Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
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—He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O’Molloy said, of Roman
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Pause. J. J. O’Molloy took out his cigarettecase.
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J. J. O’Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
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—The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.
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—You like it? J. J. O’Molloy asked Stephen.
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took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O’Molloy offered his case to
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—Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O’Molloy
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—He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O’Molloy said, rumour has it,
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In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O’Molloy:
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His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O’Molloy’s towards
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J. J. O’Molloy said not without regret:
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Mr O’Madden Burke asked. ’Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug,
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Mr O’Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally’s lunge of his
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J. J. O’Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:
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face, talking with J. J. O’Molloy.
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J. J. O’Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently. They caught
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blue dome, Adam and Eve’s, saint Laurence O’Toole’s. But it makes
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He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O’Madden
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They made ready to cross O’Connell street.
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We gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O’Molloy.
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J. J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and
8. Lestrygonians
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As he set foot on O’Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from
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Flaps o’er the waters dull.
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her about the transmigration. O rocks!
[7129]
Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She’s
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O’Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob
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—O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
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—O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?
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—O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn’t any near relation.
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—O, don’t be talking! she said. He’s a caution to rattlesnakes.
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—O, Mr Bloom said. I’m sorry to hear that.
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—O, Mr Bloom said.
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—His name is Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
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now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn’t know me. O, leave them there
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is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old
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she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that’s
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Waves o’er the waters dull.
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Don’t! O! A bone! That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the
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handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new batch with his. Father O’Flynn
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—No. O, that’s the style. Who’s getting it up?
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till further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a
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cap. Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O’Gaunt. He put me off
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her lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!
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of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o’clock I can.
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scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft
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—O, it’s a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when
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O, Bloom has his good points. But there’s one thing he’ll never do.
9. Scylla and Charybdis
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plane of buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P.
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O, fie! Out on’t! Pfuiteufel! You naughtn’t to look, missus, so you
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List! List! O List!
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Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express. O, will he? I liked
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in Dublin. With a saffron kilt? O’Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak
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—O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much
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Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?
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Glo—o—ri—a in ex—cel—sis De—o.
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He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
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How much did I spend? O, a few shillings.
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Malachi Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer!
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O, you priestified Kinchite!
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—Is he?... O, there!
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—He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
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Venus Kallipyge. O, the thunder of those loins! The god pursuing the
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Richard III. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and
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O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in
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for a king. O, I must tell you what Dowden said!
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sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o’Gaunt his name
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—O, Father Dineen! Directly.
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—Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear!
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I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help
[10141]
O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.
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—O please do, sir... I shall be most pleased...
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—O, the chinless Chinaman! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their
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old hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! She gets you
[10249]
—O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to
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ancient mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.
10. Wandering Rocks
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very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. O,
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O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.
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they good boys at school? O. That was very good now. And what was his
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His name was Brunny Lynam. O, that was a very nice name to have.
[10429]
Father Conmee passed H. J. O’Neill’s funeral establishment where
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street. Towards Larry O’Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he
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J. J. O’Molloy’s white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in
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—O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.
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O’Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days.
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the pillars. With J. J. O’Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary’s
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meal, O’Connor, Wexford.
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—I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J. J. O’Molloy said.
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He turned to J. J. O’Molloy and asked:
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—The dust from those sacks, J. J. O’Molloy said politely.
[11033]
—O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.
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all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o’clock
[11156]
On O’Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay
[11323]
—I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O’Connell
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—The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they wouldn’t do
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anything! O, sure they wouldn’t really! Is it little sister Monica!
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Menton’s office, led his wife over O’Connell bridge, bound for the
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—O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
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Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring,
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—O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness’ sake
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—We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed
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Behind him Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with
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Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as
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Opposite Ruggy O’Donohoe’s Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing
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of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson’s all times ticking
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hotel Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through
11. Sirens
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O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.
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—O wept! Aren’t men frightful idiots?
[12351]
—O, don’t remind me of him for mercy’ sake!
[12383]
—O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle
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—O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that! she cried.
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pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!),
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panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.
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—O saints above! miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I
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—O, miss Douce! miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
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—O, welcome back, miss Douce.
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—O go away! she said. You’re very simple, I don’t think.
[12505]
—O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas!
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stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.
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the O’Madden Burke.
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—O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!
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—No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There’s no-one.
[12966]
—Buccinator muscle is... What?... Bit rusty... O, she is... My Irish
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be in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about
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said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by
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screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
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I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so
[13239]
feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o’er sluices pouring gushes. Flood,
[13455]
crown. My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you
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You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes,
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to. Know. O. Course if I didn’t I wouldn’t ask. La la la ree. Trails
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first make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn’t forget.
[13569]
By Larry O’Rourke’s, by Larry, bold Larry O’, Boylan swayed and
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O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.
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tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!
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But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha. Lidwell.
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Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O’er ryehigh
[13819]
Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to
[13936]
—O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw,
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Locks and keys! Sweep! Four o’clock’s all’s well! Sleep! All is
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Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O,
[14003]
Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.
12. Cyclops
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of that land for O’Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, a chieftain
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Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O’Neill,
[14302]
Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O’Donnell,
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Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O’Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy
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Jeremiah O’Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O’Sullivan Beare. A couched
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sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid. O, as true as
[14344]
Who comes through Michan’s land, bedight in sable armour? O’Bloom,
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round to the subsheriff’s for a lark. O God, I’ve a pain laughing.
[14437]
Terence O’Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup
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But he, the young chief of the O’Bergan’s, could ill brook to be
[14554]
Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H. J. O’Neill’s popular
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He is gone from mortal haunts: O’Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was
[14569]
your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.
[14630]
—O, Christ M’Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to
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him, it’s a queer story, the old one, Bloom’s wife and Mrs O’Dowd
[14832]
animated altercation (in which all took part) ensued among the F. O.
[14843]
MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F. O. T. E. I., several
[14866]
seventeen o’clock. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by
[15000]
familiarised the bookloving world but rather (as a contributor D. O.
[15066]
Hungarian privileged lottery. True as you’re there. O, commend me to
[15096]
o’clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the
[15148]
used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O’Dowd crying her
[15187]
Mr Orelli O’Reilly (Montenotte. Nat.): Have similar orders been issued
[15231]
O’Ciarnain’s in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of
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P. J. Cleary, O. S. F.; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P.; the very rev. Fr.
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Nicholas, O. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O. D. C.; the rev. T.
[15269]
V. F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D. D.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.
[15270]
M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the
[15272]
M’Manus, V. G.; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I.; the very rev. M.
[15273]
D. Scally, P. P.; the rev. F. T. Purcell, O. P.; the very rev. Timothy
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And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O’Molloy’s, a comely
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the hour of five o’clock to administer the law of the brehons at the
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—O, I’m sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It’s just
[15609]
—O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!
[15621]
O’Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the
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hills of Eire, O.
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Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel
[15776]
fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O’Reillys and the
[15777]
O’Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with
[15881]
geese. Fontenoy, eh? And Sarsfield and O’Donnell, duke of Tetuan
[16268]
—O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of
[16337]
Synonymous and S. Laurence O’Toole and S. James of Dingle and
[16368]
O’Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And when the good fathers
[16591]
C., K. C. B., M. P., J. P., M. B., D. S. O., S. O. D., M. F. H., M. R.
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furious driving as sure as God made Moses. What? O, Jesus, he did. And
13. Nausicaa
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was too after his misadventure. His little man-o’-war top and
[16913]
you please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy
[16951]
White. That was just like Cissycums. O, and will you ever forget her
[17147]
O’Hanlon at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast
[17194]
the thurible to Canon O’Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed
[17199]
he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O’Hanlon handed the
[17265]
Then they sang the second verse of the Tantum ergo and Canon O’Hanlon
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their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O’Hanlon
[17294]
hurt—O yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying
[17305]
—O, responded Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing, and the proud head
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—O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.
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seashore because Canon O’Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that
[17401]
Canon O’Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle and
[17473]
ages. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the
[17474]
Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O!
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golden, O so lovely, O, soft, sweet, soft!
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Tight boots? No. She’s lame! O!
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Reserve better. Don’t want it they throw it at you. Catch em alive, O.
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pin she takes out. Pinned together. O, Mairy lost the pin of her.
[17564]
Tableau! O, look who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What
[17574]
foot. O that way! O, that’s exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to
[17602]
O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.
[17606]
Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
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for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly
[17623]
spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in Meath street that
[17629]
O, her mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl!
[17685]
learn that from? Nobody. Something the nurse taught me. O, don’t they
[17726]
was in the Coffee Palace. That young doctor O’Hare I noticed her
[17812]
of forbidden priest. O, father, will you? Let me be the first to. That
[17819]
O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind. Never
[17864]
position. Like to be that rock she sat on. O sweet little, you don’t
[17883]
Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out of
[17887]
new under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin’s Barn. Are you not happy in
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house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o’clock
[17998]
Looking from Buena Vista. O’Hara’s tower. The seabirds screaming.
[18028]
O’Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage.
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O! Exhausted that female has me. Not so young now. Will she come here
[18062]
letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don’t know. What is the
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O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do
[18102]
O’Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were
14. Oxen of the Sun
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their greatest doctors, the O’Shiels, the O’Hickeys, the O’Lees,
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received into that domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in
[18231]
Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O’Hare Doctor
[18233]
O’Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that
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servants. Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, O Milesian. Why
[18633]
Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company,
[18885]
contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O quirites,
[18996]
hospice. Demme, does not Doctor O’Gargle chuck the nuns there under
[19333]
heartily wish you may not fail them. O no, Vincent Lenehan said, laying
[19341]
O. Madden up. She was leading the field. All hearts were beating.
[19550]
second accountant of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. O Doady,
[19679]
Nevil’s sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o’ me knows. Hurrah there,
[19718]
Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O
[19721]
Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How’s the squaws
[19755]
colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand.
[19762]
back Madden’s a maddening back. O lust our refuge and our strength.
[19799]
Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o’ yourn passed in his
[19804]
my faith, yes. O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives
[19819]
Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o’ me. Denzille lane this way. Change here
15. Circe
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will-o’-the-wisps and danger signals. Rows of grimy houses with gaping
[20082]
(A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O’Beirne’s wall,
[20167]
and cries out in shrill alarm.) O blessed Redeemer, what have they done
[20213]
trinketed stomacher, a slow friendly mockery in her eyes.) O Poldy,
[20301]
somebody won’t like that. O just wait till I see Molly! (Slily.)
[20329]
MRS BREEN: (Screams gaily.) O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!
[20436]
MRS BREEN: (All agog.) O, not for worlds.
[20482]
BLOOM: Yes. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O’Reilly
[20502]
THE LOITERERS: (Guffaw with cleft palates.) O jays!
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THE LOITERERS: Jays, that’s a good one. Glauber salts. O jays, into
[20594]
from want of use. O, let it slide. Two and six.
[20888]
J. J. O’MOLLOY: (In barrister’s grey wig and stuffgown, speaking
[20919]
J. J. O’MOLLOY: (Hotly to the populace.) This is a lonehand fight. By
[20926]
own daughter. (Bloom takes J. J. O’Molloy’s hand and raises it to
[20947]
(J. J. O’Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his
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J. J. O’MOLLOY: (Almost voicelessly.) Excuse me. I am suffering from a
[21062]
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Laughs derisively.) O, did you, my
[21069]
an inch of his life. The cat-o’-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.
[21071]
BLOOM: (Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands: with hangdog mien.) O
[21072]
cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet.
[21093]
(The very reverend Canon O’Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and
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PADDY DIGNAM: Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam’s spirit. List, list, O list!
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A VOICE: O rocks.
[21214]
(The portly figure of John O’Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding
[21222]
JOHN O’CONNELL: (Foghorns stormily through his megaphone.) Dignam,
[21228]
JOHN O’CONNELL: Burial docket letter number U. P. eightyfive thousand.
[21256]
Pirouette! Leopopold! (Twittering.) Leeolee! (Warbling.) O Leo!
[21649]
J. J. O’MOLLOY: A Daniel did I say? Nay! A Peter O’Brien!
[21679]
LARRY O’ROURKE: An eightday licence for my new premises. You remember
[21703]
O’MADDEN BURKE: Free fox in a free henroost.
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banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I. O.
[21835]
BLOOM: O, I so want to be a mother.
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Noah begat Eunuch and Eunuch begat O’Halloran and O’Halloran begat
[21881]
O’Donnell Magnus and O’Donnell Magnus begat Christbaum and
[21957]
phoenix flames.) Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin.
[21977]
(A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O’Brien, sings
[21990]
to be. Life’s dream is o’er. End it peacefully. They can live on.
[21997]
too quick with your best girl. O, I can read your thoughts!
[22093]
her hair glows, red with henna.) O, excuse!
[22111]
KITTY: (Hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot.) O, excuse!
[22174]
FLORRY: (Offended.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my
[22255]
got that? O. K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Got me? That’s
[22364]
O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an
[22499]
shortly be upon us. I’m the best o’cook. Those succulent bivalves
[22524]
Who’s moth moth? Who’s dear Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear,
[22525]
he is Gerald. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some
[22666]
ZOE: (Gaily.) O, my dictionary.
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O, the poor little fellow
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behind? O, ever so gently, pet. Begin to get ready.
[23012]
BLOOM: (Screams.) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches
[23045]
BLOOM: (Goaded, buttocksmothered.) O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!
[23079]
BLOOM: (Shrinks.) Silk, mistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I
[23170]
BELLO: (Imperiously.) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak
[23241]
forefinger in mouth.) O, I know what you’re hinting at now!
[23293]
MILLY: My! It’s Papli! But, O Papli, how old you’ve grown!
[23301]
for the goose, my gander O.
[23491]
THE NYMPH: (With wide fingers.) O, infamy!
[23543]
BLOOM: (Pawing the heather abjectly.) O, I have been a perfect pig.
[23587]
waves o’er the waters dull.
[23597]
O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
[23616]
BLOOM: (Starts up, seizes her hand.) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o’ nine
[23877]
ZOE: (Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That
[23981]
MINA KENNEDY: (Her eyes upturned.) O, it must be like the scent of
[23982]
geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her!
[23985]
LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening.) Yumyum. O, he’s carrying her round
[23994]
MARION’S VOICE: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her throat.) O!
[24058]
ZOE: (Runs to stephen and links him.) O go on! Give us some parleyvoo.
[24101]
tongue for double entente cordiale. O yes, mon loup. How much cost?
[24127]
STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (He cries, his vulture
[24273]
HOURS: O, but lightly!
[24275]
CAVALIERS: O, so lightly!
[24293]
ZOE: (Twirling, her hand to her brow.) O!
[24318]
KITTY: (Jumps up.) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus
[24426]
you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb.
[24434]
THE MOTHER: (With smouldering eyes.) Repent! O, the fire of hell!
[24455]
THE MOTHER: (Wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately.) O Sacred
[24456]
Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred
[24522]
BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he’s a Trinity student.
[24564]
Larry O’Rourke, Joe Cuffe, Mrs O’Dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless
[24735]
(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o’-day
[24805]
O, won’t we have a merry time,
[24809]
STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands.) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He
[24858]
THE NAVVY: (Staggering past.) O, yes! O God, yes! O, make the kwawr a
[24930]
O’Brien against Daniel O’Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt,
[24932]
John O’Leary against Lear O’Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against
[24933]
Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O’Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens
[24934]
of The O’Donoghue. On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises
[24939]
swollen belly. Father Malachi O’Flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed
[24945]
FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: Introibo ad altare diaboli.
[24950]
FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: (Takes from the chalice and elevates a
[24982]
free. (She prays.) O good God, take him!
[25071]
BLOOM: (Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus’ son.
[25108]
FIRST WATCH: O. I understand, sir.
16. Eumaeus
[25318]
life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’s the
[25492]
O’Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow
[25780]
O’Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece by the way of
[25792]
ro! and my galloping tearing tandy, O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin
[25810]
—We come up this morning eleven o’clock. The threemaster Rosevean
[25942]
associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O’Malley, George IV,
[26213]
—O that, Stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several
[26269]
—Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But O, oblige me by taking away
[26706]
there was the case of O’Callaghan, for one, the halfcrazy faddist,
[26784]
a nudge from Corny) by Messrs H. J. O’Neill and Son, 164 North Strand
[27064]
the facile pens of the O’Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging
[27140]
—At what o’clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and
17. Ithaca
[27953]
O’Connell street lower, outside Graham Lemon’s when a dark man had
[28148]
Arms Hotel owned by Elizabeth O’Dowd of 54 Prussia street where,
[28230]
O’Connor, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together, under a
[28596]
He drove it o’er the jew’s garden wall.
[29083]
blind supplied by Frank O’Hara, window blind, curtain pole and
[29359]
When We Were Boys by William O’Brien M. P. (green cloth, slightly
[29716]
Lalor, John Fisher Murray, John Mitchel, J. F. X. O’Brien and others,
[29893]
addressee, Henry Flower, c/o. P. O. Westland Row, addresser, Martha
[29894]
Clifford, c/o. P. O. Dolphin’s Barn: the transliterated name and
[29901]
purchased by post from Box 32, P. O., Charing Cross, London, W. C.:
[29909]
clothed, eyes direct), purchased by post from Box 32, P. O., Charing
[30145]
O’Hara of the Camerons had slain the bull), Niagara (over which no
[30341]
Show, Maggot O’Reilly, Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon
18. Penelope
[30633]
to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that
[30673]
eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my
[30677]
said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of
[30723]
it where you sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and
[30839]
to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to
[30846]
about in his slippers to look for £ 10000 for a postcard U p up O
[30861]
the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if
[30895]
I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me
[30928]
to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did look
[30990]
to Cork I suppose that was done out of revenge on him O I love jaunting
[30993]
guard well O I suppose therell be the usual idiots of men gaping at
[31028]
march past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the lancers O the
[31037]
tell the police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and
[31088]
out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion
[31106]
no Im what am I at all Ill be 33 in September will I what O well look at
[31187]
7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the night
[31220]
of a woman I can feel his mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished
[31224]
minutes with my legs round him I had to hug him after O Lord I wanted to
[31231]
savage brute Thursday Friday one Saturday two Sunday three O Lord I cant
[31301]
O this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent
[31362]
O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to write from Canada after so many
[31376]
a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody
[31458]
off yes O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to
[31570]
more company O Lord it was rotten cold too that winter when I was
[31643]
had a picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O
[31767]
suppose Ill have some peace I want to get up a minute if Im let wait O
[31786]
blood up in us or what O patience above its pouring out of me like the
[31792]
ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me up
[31807]
like a man almost easy O Lord how noisy I hope theyre bubbles on it for
[31812]
up on a lovely woman O Lord what a row youre making like the jersey lily
[31813]
easy easy O how the waters come down at Lahore
[31841]
severe his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying strap O
[31848]
O yes I said I am quite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was
[31855]
O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather about home rule
[31857]
Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine
[31863]
gelatine still round it O I laughed myself sick at him that day I better
[31879]
course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope
[31884]
to admire when I was a little girl because I told him easy piano O
[31970]
voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath O
[32043]
photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am
[32056]
better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because
[32106]
rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for
[32132]
since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any
[32148]
Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a
[32150]
her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and
[32202]
the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in
[32214]
doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped Ill do
[32218]
the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill suggest about yes O wait
[32219]
now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O
[32287]
lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson