1 You should see that fellow lapping up his bacon and cabbage of a cold winter's day.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 Nash pinioned his arms behind while Boland seized a long cabbage stump which was lying in the gutter.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 3 One evening as he was about to put a morsel of corned beef and cabbage into his mouth his hand stopped.
4 The cabbage began to deposit a cold white grease on his plate.
5 Then he has a bloody big bowl of cabbage before him on the table and a bloody big spoon like a shovel.
6 I tell you I have created this thing out of the squashed cabbage leaves of Covent Garden; and now she pretends to play the fine lady with me.
7 Oh, I'm only a squashed cabbage leaf.
8 Vell, I t'ink about vot ve alwis eat, maybe corn beef and cabbage and sausage, und so weiter.
9 Here was no glaring new house with a proud phonograph, but a low whitewashed kitchen smelling of cream and cabbage.
10 Carol had not dared to look into the farther room while she labored over the supper of beer, rye bread, moist cornbeef and cabbage, set on the kitchen table.
11 But the cabbage and Mrs. Calibree's monotonous "I don't know what we're coming to with all this difficulty getting hired girls" were gumming her eyes with drowsiness.
12 When he had gotten a safe distance away he sat down and devoured half the cabbage raw, stowing the balance away in his pockets till the next day.
13 Had a cabbage chanced to be so encountered, she had pressed it also into the service.
14 Not a drop of liquor passes his lips, but only cabbage soup and gruel.
15 Instead of that there's such a smell of cabbage in all the corridors that you've got to hold your nose.