We've left the known Dublin now, Ulysses

What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek KékkekKékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head.

O, yes. O, God, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr!

STEPHEN Did I? When?
BLOOM (To the redcoats.) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.
THE NAVVY (Staggering past.) O, yes. O, God, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo!
(Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spear points. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in bearskin cap with hackle plume and accoutrements, with epaulette, gilt chevrons and sabretache, his breast bright with medals, toes the line. He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the knights templars.)
MAJOR TWEEDY (Growls gruffly.) Rorke's Drift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahal shalal hashbaz.
PRIVATE CARR I'll do him in.

-- Circe

Stately Buck Mulligan

-- He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.

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Irony too subtle for your shirt

He had been a very charitable priest; in his will he had left all his money to institutions and the furniture of his house to his sister.

-- Araby

Ulysses, Sirens

A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

Dance attendance

I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the way I did she was down with the mumps and her glands wheres this and wheres that

Perhaps

Molly has something to say

I dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the clean linen I wore brought it on too damn it damn they always want to see a stain on your bed to know youre a virgin

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