Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 7 Page 49

Burke fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.

Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.

Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling tissues.

The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose ties.

Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.

Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O’Molloy said in quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.

OMNIUM GATHERUM

We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.