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[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 102: Everything went off A 1, he said.
at A-1, adv.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 691: And then the usual kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws who he does it with.
at not care a straw, v.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 316: The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know what it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland.
at not worth a fart, phr.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 444: (The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.) the quoits: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag.
at jig-a-jig, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 338: But not a pin cared Ciss.
at not care a pin, v.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 315: A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but modern God’s Englishman calls it caning on the breech.
at rump and a dozen, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 560: God fuck old Bennett! He’s a whitearsed old bugger. I don’t give a shit for him. [Ibid.] 574: I don’t give a shite anyway so long as I get a job even as a crossing sweeper.
at not give a shit, v.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 56: Bald head over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for an ad.
at ad, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 345: And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half past kissing time, time to kiss again.
at half past kissing time (and time to kiss again), phr.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 102: Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. [Ibid.] 417: Proud possessor of damnall.
at damn-all, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 439: His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.
at not all there, adj.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 321: Who made those allegations? says Alf. – I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.
at alligator, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 225: – But wait till I tell you, he said, Delahunt of Camden street had the catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher.
at chief cook and bottle-washer, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 594: A [...] fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in for a cool £100 a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and drakes of.
at ducks and drakes, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 401: A tag and bobtail of all of them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor.
at rag, tag and bobtail, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 155: If a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell.
at hot and heavy, phr.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 305: - Myler dusted the floor with him. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to do it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating.
at father (and mother) of..., n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 406: The Deity ain’t no nickel dime bumshow.
at nickel-and-dime, adj.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 713: ...Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics they know as much about as my backside.
at this, that and the other, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 404: And her take me to rests and her anker of rum.
at anker of rum, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 715: ...I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for the day.
at mary ann, n.1
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 280: There is a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken Lane – old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him – lifted any God’s quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county.
at any God’s quantity, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 376: The crystal palace of the Creator all in applepie order.
at apple-pie order, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 321: Mr Bloom with his argol bargol.
at argle-bargle, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 614: Anyhow, they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier, etc. where the municipal supernumerary, ex-Gumley, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new.
at in the arms of murphy under arms of murphy, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 72: Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
at knock around, v.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 307: Arsing around from one pub to another.
at arse about (v.) under arse, v.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 445: Arse over tip.
at arse over tip under arse, n.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 140: Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said, throwing out his arm for emphasis.
at kiss my arse!, excl.
[Ire] Joyce Ulysses 434: Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Hello. Freeman’s Urinal and Weekly Arsewiper here 1 hour.
at arse-wiper, n.
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