cattlemarket

Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

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Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

Meh 2008

Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.

Ulysses 2003

Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

Ulysses 2003

Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I say, from the cattlemarket to the river.

Ulysses 2003

Shortly afterwards we crossed a large open space of land studded with wooden buildings and many cattle-pens which a man told us was now the great cattlemarket for the North, where sales for cattle were held each month -- the next would be due in about a week's time, when from

From John O'Groats to Land's End Robert Naylor

Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.

Ulysses James Joyce 1911

Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.

Ulysses James Joyce 1911

Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I say, from the cattlemarket to the river.

Ulysses James Joyce 1911

Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands.

Ulysses James Joyce 1911