A list suggested by Stuart Gilbert in his James Joyce’s Ulysses (though, looking casually, I think that ‘eye’ is mentioned about as much in this chapter as it is in others). Gutenberg.
292 (286): “I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye.” “Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?”
295 (289): “Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he: –What’s your opinion of the times?”
296 (290): “The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero.”
296 (290): “The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower.”
297 (291): “The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O’Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O’Sullivan Beare.”
297 (291): “So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I’m telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.”
297 (291): “I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill land and Greek street with his cod’s eye counting up all the guts of the fish.”
298 (292): “And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth […]”
299 (293): “The long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green Street to look for a G. man.”
299 (293): “Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us a pony. That bloody old fool! Ten thousand pounds. You should have seen long John’s eye. U. p…”
303 (296): “The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.”
303 (297): “So Bloom slopes in with his cod’s eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.”
309 (302): Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously.
310 (303): Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage
311 (305): And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt.
311 (305): “Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.”
312 (305): “We are not speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the writer who conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather (as a contributor D.O.C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary) of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raferty and of Donald MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public eye.”
314 (307): And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve’s when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and the old testament, and hugging and smugging.
315 (308): “Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in rivers of tears sometimes with Mrs. O’ Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Couldn’t loosen her farting strings but old cod’s eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it.”
318 (311): “What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and the training of the eye.”
319 (312): “The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and, when the bell went, came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime.”
320 (313): “Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, drinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.”
320 (314): “Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing.”
321 (314): “Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law.”
321 (314): “The signor Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal zouave to the Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street.”
322 (315): “And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him like a father, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin.”.
322 (315): “Do you see any green in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody blarney.”
322 (315): “Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.”
322 (316): “And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feast day of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law.”
325 (318): “So J.J. puts in a word doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilization.”
326 (319): “Some people, says, Bloom, can see the mote in others’ eyes but they can’t see the beam in their own.”
326 (320): “Europe has its eyes on you, says Lenehan.”
327 (320): “Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays […]”
327 (321): “And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen.”
331 (324): “Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited with his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling about.”
332 (325): “Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland’s Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness […]”
333 (326): Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye.
335 (328): Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life?
336 (329): “Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.”
338 (331): “Not as much as would blind your eye.”
340 (332): “And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags’ horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns.”
341 (334): “Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver.”
342 (335): “…and Jack Power trying to get him to sit down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, jew, jew…”
343 (336): “Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he’d have left him for dead.”
344 (337): “From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.”
344 (337): “Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed south west by west.”
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