The Boys of Kilkenny Are Stout Roaring Blades (or Why Do You Think They Call It Stout?)

A text derived from Ulysses by James Joyce (1922)

Brewery barge with export stout.

—Two stouts here.

Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. They drank cool stout.

A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it into the cap held out to her. Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. He smelt of some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick their bills up with some liqueur.

—Pint of stout.

Shilling a bottle of stout.

—I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the missus.

Stout lady does be with you in the brown costume. Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you like, it was though at the moment she was distinctly stouter.

With stout arms extended and back slanted to the rere, my belly is a bit too big I’ll have to knock off the stout at dinner or am I getting too fond of it.