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1. Telemachus
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says you have g. p. i. He’s up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman.
[415]
—I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it’s very clever.
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—So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma’am, says Mrs Cahill, God
[614]
—Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.
[1008]
—Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young
4. Calypso
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splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got
[3002]
jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.
6. Hades
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—Five. Ned Lambert says he’ll try to get one of the girls into
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sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on
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Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over
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the man, says he. That’s not Mulcahy, says he, whoever done it.
7. Aeolus
[5419]
Simon Dedalus says. Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neck,
[6229]
In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
[6830]
just now. He’ll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he’ll
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VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE. SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES.
8. Lestrygonians
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take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says.
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deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.
9. Scylla and Charybdis
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Hamlet. He says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don’t
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says. Moore is the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here
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when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that
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daughter’s child. My dearest wife, Pericles says, was like this maid.
[9733]
gentleman to see you. Me? Says he’s your father, sir. Give me my
[10028]
as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlinck says:
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going to visit the present duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his
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—We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said. Notre ami Moore says
10. Wandering Rocks
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bloody sorry I did it, says he, but I declare to God I thought the
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Poldy? says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. That one, is it? says
11. Sirens
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—For your what? says he.
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Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa’s. Hypnotised,
12. Cyclops
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—Lo, Joe, says I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody
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—Soot’s luck, says Joe. Who’s the old ballocks you were talking
[14076]
—Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I’m on two minds not to give
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—What are you doing round those parts? says Joe.
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—Devil a much, says I. There’s a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the
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—Circumcised? says Joe.
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—Ay, says I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I’m
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—That the lay you’re on now? says Joe.
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—Ay, says I. How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful
[14100]
rain. Tell him, says he, I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him
[14101]
to send you round here again or if he does, says he, I’ll have him
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—Are you a strict t.t.? says Joe.
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—Not taking anything between drinks, says I.
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—What about paying our respects to our friend? says Joe.
[14134]
—Who? says I. Sure, he’s out in John of God’s off his head, poor
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—Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.
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—Ay, says I. Whisky and water on the brain.
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—Come around to Barney Kiernan’s, says Joe. I want to see the
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—Barney mavourneen’s be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful,
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—Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.
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—What was that, Joe? says I.
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—Cattle traders, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I want to
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licence, says he.
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I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him. Come out here, Geraghty, you
[14220]
—There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and
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—Stand and deliver, says he.
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—That’s all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.
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—Pass, friends, says he.
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Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:
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—I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
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So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
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And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
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—Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. I’ve a thirst on
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—Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.
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—Wine of the country, says he.
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—What’s yours? says Joe.
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—Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.
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—Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how’s the old heart, citizen?
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—Never better, a chara, says he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh?
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—And there’s more where that came from, says he.
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—Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? says I.
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—Sweat of my brow, says Joe. ’Twas the prudent member gave me the
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—I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and
[14348]
—For the old woman of Prince’s street, says the citizen, the
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look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he. The Irish
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—I know that fellow, says Joe, from bitter experience.
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—Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they
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—I will, says he, honourable person.
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—Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.
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—Look at him, says he. Breen. He’s traipsing all round Dublin with a
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—Take a what? says I.
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—Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.
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—Bi i dho husht, says he.
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—Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton’s and then he went
[14423]
—When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.
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—Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?
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—Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us
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—Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?
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—Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.
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—What’s that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up
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—What’s that? says Joe.
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—Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about
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—Are you codding? says I.
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—Honest injun, says Alf. Read them.
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—Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran.
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when the porter’s up in him so says I just to make talk:
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—I don’t know, says Alf. I saw him just now in Capel street with
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—You what? says Joe, throwing down the letters. With who?
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—With Dignam, says Alf.
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—Is it Paddy? says Joe.
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—Yes, says Alf. Why?
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—Don’t you know he’s dead? says Joe.
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—Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf.
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—Sure I’m after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain
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—Who’s dead? says Bob Doran.
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—You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
[14508]
—What? says Alf. Good Christ, only five... What?... And Willy Murray
[14512]
—What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who’s talking about...?
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—Dead! says Alf. He’s no more dead than you are.
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—Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning
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—Paddy? says Alf.
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—Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.
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—Good Christ! says Alf.
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—There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.
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—Bloom, says he. He’s on point duty up and down there for the last
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—Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.
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And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest
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—I beg your parsnips, says Alf.
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—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy
[14594]
—Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He’s over all his
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—The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.
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—The noblest, the truest, says he. And he’s gone, poor little Willy,
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—Come in, come on, he won’t eat you, says the citizen.
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—O, Christ M’Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to
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—Show us, Joe, says I.
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—Hold hard, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once
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—And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.
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—And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take
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them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you
[14671]
—Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.
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—They’re all barbers, says he, from the black country that would
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—There’s one thing it hasn’t a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
[14463]
—What’s that? says Joe.
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—The poor bugger’s tool that’s being hanged, says Alf.
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—That so? says Joe.
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—God’s truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was
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—Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.
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—That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It’s only a natural
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—The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and
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—Ay, ay, says Joe.
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—You don’t grasp my point, says Bloom. What I mean is...
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—Sinn Fein! says the citizen. Sinn Fein amhain! The friends we love
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—Afraid he’ll bite you? says the citizen, jeering.
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—No, says I. But he might take my leg for a lamppost.
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—What’s on you, Garry? says he.
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—I will, says he, a chara, to show there’s no ill feeling.
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for man and beast. And says Joe:
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—Could a swim duck? says I.
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—Same again, Terry, says Joe. Are you sure you won’t have anything
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in the way of liquid refreshment? says he.
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—Thank you, no, says Bloom. As a matter of fact I just wanted to
[15049]
—Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that’s a good one if old Shylock is
[15052]
—Well, that’s a point, says Bloom, for the wife’s admirers.
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—Whose admirers? says Joe.
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—The wife’s advisers, I mean, says Bloom.
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—Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.
[15118]
—Slan leat, says he.
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—Fortune, Joe, says I. Good health, citizen.
[15125]
—Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.
[15127]
—Friend of yours, says Alf.
[15129]
—Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?
[15131]
—I won’t mention any names, says Alf.
[15133]
—I thought so, says Joe. I saw him up at that meeting now with William
[15136]
—Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of
[15161]
—Anyhow, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London
[15164]
—Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see
[15167]
—Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.
[15169]
—That’s too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr
[15172]
—Nannan’s going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question
[15207]
—There’s the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.
[15212]
—Na bacleis, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. There was a
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—Put it there, citizen, says Joe. You were and a bloody sight better.
[15217]
—Is that really a fact? says Alf.
[15219]
—Yes, says Bloom. That’s well known. Did you not know that?
[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.
[15284]
—Who? Blazes? says Joe.
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—Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up
[15294]
—We know him, says the citizen. The traitor’s son. We know what put
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—True for you, says Joe.
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—Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only
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—He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he’s
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—He is, says Joe. Isn’t he?
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—Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That’s quite true. Yes, a kind of summer
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—Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn’t she? says Joe.
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—My wife? says Bloom. She’s singing, yes. I think it will be a
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Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the
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—God save you, says the citizen.
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—Save you kindly, says J. J. What’ll it be, Ned?
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—Half one, says Ned.
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—Were you round at the court? says Joe.
[15393]
—Yes, says J. J. He’ll square that, Ned, says he.
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—Hope so, says Ned.
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Dunne, says he. Ay, and done says I. Gob, he’ll come home by weeping
[15407]
—Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p:
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—Yes, says J. J. Looking for a private detective.
[15412]
—Ay, says Ned. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only
[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.
[15424]
—Whatever statement you make, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence
[15427]
—Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not
[15430]
—Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he’s balmy?
[15434]
—Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an
[15437]
—Ha ha, Alf, says Joe.
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—Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.
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—Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half
[15444]
—How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he...
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—Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that’s neither
[15449]
—Nor good red herring, says Joe.
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—That what’s I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what
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—And moreover, says J. J., a postcard is publication. It was held to
[15474]
—Well, good health, Jack, says Ned.
[15476]
—Good health, Ned, says J. J.
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—-There he is again, says Joe.
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—Where? says Alf.
[15487]
—How did that Canada swindle case go off? says Joe.
[15489]
—Remanded, says J. J.
[15500]
—Who tried the case? says Joe.
[15502]
—Recorder, says Ned.
[15504]
—Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.
[15506]
—Heart as big as a lion, says Ned. Tell him a tale of woe about
[15510]
—Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn’t clap him in the
[15559]
—Those are nice things, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland
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—Because, you see, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have
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—Rely on me, says Joe.
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—Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the poor of Ireland. We
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—O, I’m sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It’s just
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—Consider that done, says Joe.
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—Very kind of you, says Bloom.
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—The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in.
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—Decree nisi, says J. J.
[15593]
—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that’s what’s the cause of
[15596]
—And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette
[15599]
—Give us a squint at her, says I.
[15609]
—O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!
[15611]
—There’s hair, Joe, says I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef
[15617]
—Well, says the citizen, what’s the latest from the scene of action?
[15629]
—It’s on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal
[15638]
—Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. To hell with
[15644]
—The European family, says J. J....
[15646]
—They’re not European, says the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin
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And says John Wyse:
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And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo:
[15664]
—What’s up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that
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—Gold cup, says he.
[15669]
—Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
[15671]
—Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest
[15674]
—And Bass’s mare? says Terry.
[15676]
—Still running, says he. We’re all in a cart. Boylan plunged two
[15679]
—I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn
[15682]
—Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway,
[15683]
says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name
[15690]
—Not there, my child, says he.
[15692]
—Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She’d have won the money only for
[15698]
—Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others’ eyes but they
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—Raimeis, says the citizen. There’s no-one as blind as the fellow
[15722]
—As treeless as Portugal we’ll be soon, says John Wyse, or
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—Save them, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the
[15732]
—Europe has its eyes on you, says Lenehan.
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—And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with
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—And will again, says Joe.
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—And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the
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the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will again, says he, when the
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—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. What will you have?
[15793]
—An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.
[15795]
—Half one, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up. Terry! Are you
[15798]
—Yes, sir, says Terry. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Right, sir.
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—But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at
[15812]
—I’ll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it
[15823]
—A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir
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And says John Wyse:
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—That’s your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses
[15841]
—On which the sun never rises, says Joe.
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—And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The
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—But, says Bloom, isn’t discipline the same everywhere. I mean
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—We’ll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our
[15872]
—Perfectly true, says Bloom. But my point was...
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—We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned. Since
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—Ay, says John Wyse. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us
[15885]
—The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know
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—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.
[15892]
—And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, haven’t we
[15904]
—Well, says J. J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.
[15906]
—Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There’s a bloody sight more
[15909]
—And what do you think, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests
[15914]
—They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says
[15921]
—Will you try another, citizen? says Joe.
[15923]
—Yes, sir, says he. I will.
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—Beholden to you, Joe, says I. May your shadow never grow less.
[15929]
—Repeat that dose, says Joe.
[15934]
—Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it.
[15937]
—But do you know what a nation means? says John Wyse.
[15939]
—Yes, says Bloom.
[15941]
—What is it? says John Wyse.
[15943]
—A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same
[15946]
—By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that’s so I’m a nation for
[15949]
So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck
[15954]
—That covers my case, says Joe.
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—What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.
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—Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.
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—After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to
[15966]
—Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and
[15998]
—Show us over the drink, says I. Which is which?
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—That’s mine, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.
[16002]
—And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.
[16007]
—Robbed, says he. Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs
[16008]
to us by right. At this very moment, says he, putting up his fist, sold
[16011]
—Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.
[16013]
—I’m talking about injustice, says Bloom.
[16015]
—Right, says John Wyse. Stand up to it then with force like men.
[16023]
—But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that.
[16029]
—Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now, says
[16035]
—A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Universal love.
[16037]
—Well, says John Wyse. Isn’t that what we’re told. Love your
[16040]
—That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love,
[16053]
—Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power,
[16056]
—Hurrah, there, says Joe.
[16058]
—The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.
[16062]
—We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.
[14463]
—What’s that? says Joe.
[16095]
—Widow woman, says Ned. I wouldn’t doubt her. Wonder did he put that
[16098]
—Same only more so, says Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land
[16101]
—Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.
[16103]
—No, says the citizen. It’s not signed Shanganagh. It’s only
[16106]
—And a very good initial too, says Joe.
[16108]
—That’s how it’s worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag.
[16110]
—Well, says J. J., if they’re any worse than those Belgians in the
[16114]
—Casement, says the citizen. He’s an Irishman.
[16116]
—Yes, that’s the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and
[16120]
—I know where he’s gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
[16124]
—Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
[16127]
—Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a
[16130]
—That’s where he’s gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to
[16135]
—He’s a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.
[16137]
—Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.
[16139]
—There you are, says Terry.
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letting off my (Throwaway twenty to) letting off my load gob says I
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Ireland my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those bloody
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—Well, it’s a fact, says John Wyse. And there’s the man now
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—Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.
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—Isn’t that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen
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—That’s so, says Martin. Or so they allege.
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—Who made those allegations? says Alf.
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—I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.
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—And after all, says John Wyse, why can’t a jew love his country
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—Why not? says J. J., when he’s quite sure which country it is.
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hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.
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—Who is Junius? says J. J.
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—We don’t want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.
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—He’s a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it
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—Isn’t he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.
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—Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag, the
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—That’s the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of
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—Well, they’re still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. For
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—Yes, says J. J., and every male that’s born they think it may
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—Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.
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—O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of
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—En ventre sa mère, says J. J.
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—Do you call that a man? says the citizen.
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—I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.
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—Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.
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—And who does he suspect? says the citizen.
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—Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can’t
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—A wolf in sheep’s clothing, says the citizen. That’s what he is.
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—Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? says Ned.
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—Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.
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us, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our
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—Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my
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—Amen, says the citizen.
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—And I’m sure He will, says Joe.
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—And so say all of us, says Jack.
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—Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.
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—Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.
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—I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope
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—No, says Martin, we’re ready.
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—Don’t tell anyone, says the citizen.
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—Beg your pardon, says he.
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—Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along
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—Don’t tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.
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—Bye bye all, says Martin.
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—Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey.
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—Let me alone, says he.
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—He had no father, says Martin. That’ll do now. Drive ahead.
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—Whose God? says the citizen.
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—Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a
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—By Jesus, says he, I’ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy
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—Stop! Stop! says Joe.
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—Bloody wars, says I, I’ll be in for the last gospel.
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—Hold on, citizen, says Joe. Stop!
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—Did I kill him, says he, or what?
13. Nausicaa
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they say. Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have
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hand it was: now big. Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you
14. Oxen of the Sun
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is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says,
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butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a
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embassy as he was sharpset. Mort aux vaches, says Frank then in the
[18737]
What, says Mr Leopold with his hands across, that was earnest to know
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day morning going to the Liverpool boats, says he. I can scarce believe
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’tis so bad, says he. And he had experience of the like brood beasts
[18744]
in Prussia street. I question with you there, says he. More like ’tis
[18750]
Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He’ll find himself on the
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horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that’s Irish, says he.
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Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale
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says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by
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ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a
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bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper and a portlier bull,
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says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns galore, a coat of cloth
[18761]
him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. What for that, says Mr Dixon,
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himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the lord
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friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him a trick worth two
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all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him, says
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after him. Ay, says another, and so pampered was he that he would suffer
[18787]
Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon,
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lord Harry’s orders. There was bad blood between them at first, says
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and I’ll meddle in his matters, says he. I’ll make that animal smell
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hell, says he, with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. But
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one evening, says Mr Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal
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of the show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his head
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friends as an arse and a shirt. They were, says Mr Stephen, and the end
[18822]
America. Which was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, of the composing by a
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the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his
[19807]
says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There’s eleven of them. Get ye
15. Circe
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EDY BOARDMAN: (Bickering.) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful
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cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That’s not for you to say, says I.
[19948]
You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The
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One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.
[21561]
THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don’t you believe a word he says. That
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LYSTER: (In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, says
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know, Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says.
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which Doctor L. B. says is the book sensation of the year. Some, to
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business with his coat buttoned up. You needn’t try to hide, I says to
[22901]
Kellett’s. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In
[23776]
Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs loudly.) Burying his grandmother.
[23890]
ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.
[24629]
quite right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in
[24756]
THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.
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says a word against my fucking king.
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fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.
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No, by God, says I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (He
16. Eumaeus
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your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
18. Penelope
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mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey
[31010]
talking his usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed
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blazes he says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann
[31694]
open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle blackbottom and
[31890]
and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always
[31900]
consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed
[31974]
hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author
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I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be