"Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
- O welcome back, Miss Douce.
He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?.
- Tiptop.
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
- Gorgeous, she said." (U11.192)
"Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand all day.
- That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away." (U11.198)
"- O go away, she said. You're very simple, I don't think.
He was.
- Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.
- You must have been a doaty, Miss Douce made answer. " (U11.204)
"And what did the doctor order today?" (U11.208)
"- Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky." (U11.210)
- With the greatest alacrity, Miss Douce agreed.
With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her crystal keg." (U11.212)
"Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes.
None nought said nothing. Yes." (U11.222)

A mermaid, in a fantasy period PC from France.
- No. He was not.
- Peep! Who's in the corner?
Jingle jaunty jingle.
Girlgold she read and did not glance." (U11.237)
- Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?" (U11.246)
- I see, he said. I didn't recognize him for the moment. I hear he is keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?
He had." (U11.258)
"- I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer. He had received the rhino for the labour of his muse." (U11.263)
"He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes." (U11.266)
"- The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor, and that minstrel boy of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the O'Madden Burke." (U11.267)
"Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served." (U11.286)
"Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl meet after mass. Tanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all." (U11.287)
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