Sunday, April 10, 2016

Boots and shoes

'shoe' = 35
'boot' = 103

17: "I want puce gloves and green boots."

21: "Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots."

27: "Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues."

31: "He voted for it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
Lal the ral the ra
The rocky road to Dublin.
A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John. Soft day, your honour... Day... Day... Two topboots jog dangling on to Dublin."

37: "Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. [...] Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.[...] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander."

41: "His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath."

44: "He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots."

46: "The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight."

49: "His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris."


54: "On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door."

57: "the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter"


67: "A speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf."


71: "Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces dangling. Wellturned foot."

78: "He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on. "

83: "He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park"

87: "My boots were creaking I remember now."






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