I smiled at him. America, I said, quietly, just like that. What is it? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn’t that true? That’s a fact.

Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there’s money going there’s always someone to pick it up.

Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy appearance. Bowls them over.

―Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?

―Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.