Mr Dedalus sighed.

―Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn’t grudge us a laugh. Many a good one he told himself.

―The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his fingers. Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and he was in his usual health that I’d be driving after him like this. He’s gone from us.

―As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went very suddenly.

―Breakdown, Martin Cunningham said. Heart.

He tapped his chest sadly.

Blazing face: redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent colouring it.