Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 11 Page 42

Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat.

Mrs Marion.

Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock. Nice name he.

What’s this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...

Tweedy.

Yes. Is she alive?

And kicking.

She was a daughter of...

Daughter of the regiment.

Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor.

Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after

Irish? I don’t know, faith. Is she, Simon?

Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.