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[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 234: I don’t care a damn about you, Cranly, answered Temple.
at not give a damn, v.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 29: Stephen looked at the plump turkey which had lain, trussed and skewered, on the kitchen table. He knew that his father had paid a guinea for it in Dunn’s [...] he remembered the man’s voice when he had said: – Take that one sir. That’s the real Ally Daly.
at real Ally Daly, the, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 233: You flaming floundering fool! I’ll take my dying bible there isn’t a bigger bloody ape, do you know, than you in the whole flaming bloody world!
at ape, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 279: Neither my arse nor my elbow! Temple cried out scornfully.
at neither one’s arse nor one’s elbow under arse, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 92: Doyle is in a great bake about you. You’re to go in at once and get dressed for the play. Hurry up, you better.
at bake, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 272: I’m a ballocks, he said, shaking his head in despair.
at ballocks, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 119: Shut up, will you. Don’t make such a bally racket!
at bally, adj.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 27: We got a good breath of ozone round the Head to-day. Ay, bedad.
at bedad!, excl.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 203: Is your lazy bitch of a brother gone out yet?
at bitch, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 84: Damn this blankety blank holder, he said, taking it from his mouth and smiling and frowning upon it tolerantly.
at blankety-blank, phr.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 9: Sick in your breadbasket, Fleming said, because your face looks white.
at breadbasket (n.) under bread, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 47: It can’t be helped; / It must be done. / So down with your breeches / And out with your bum.
at bum, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 295: A race of clodhoppers!
at clodhopper, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 230: Marx is only a bloody cod.
at cod, n.5
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 19: I didn’t mean to, honour bright. It was only for cod. I’m sorry.
at cod, n.5
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 20: We must pack off to Brother Michael because we have the collywobbles!
at collywobbles, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 1: Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road.
at moo-cow, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 197: O, Cripes, I’m drownded!
at cripes!, excl.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 92: Will you tell Doyle with my best compliments that I damned his eyes? answered Heron.
at damn (someone’s) eyes! (excl.) under damn, v.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 85: And deucedly pretty she is too.
at deucedly, adv.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 239: I am sick. I was out last night on a yellow drunk with Horan and Goggins.
at drunk, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 106: I can remember even your greatgrandfather, old John Stephen Dedalus, and a fierce old fireeater he was.
at fire-eater, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 41: ‘But why did they run away?’ [...] ‘Because they had fecked cash out of the rector’s room.’.
at feck, v.1
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 271: Goggins, you’re the flamingest dirty devil I ever met, do you knowadj1?
at flaming, adj.2
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 195: Duck him! Guzzle him now, Towser!
at guzzle, v.2
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 64: And they gave three groans for Baldyhead Dolan.
at -head, sfx
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 79: Here, Maurice! Come here, you thickheaded ruffian! Do you know I’m going to send you to a college where they’ll teach you to spell c.a.t. cat.
at thick-headed, adj.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 8: They said they could not drink the tea; that it was hogwash.
at hogwash, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 105: Peter Pickackafax beside him was his eldest son but that he was only a Dublin jackeen.
at jackeen, n.
[Ire] Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 280: They knew the names of certain French dishes and gave orders to jarvies in highpitched provincial voices.
at jarvey, n.
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