bowsy

Updated: May 8, 2025

"Nineteen," said the old man. "Why don't you put him to something?" "Sure, amn't I never done at the drunken bowsy ever since he left school? 'I won't keep you, I says. 'You must get a job for yourself. But, sure, it's worse whenever he gets a job; he drinks it all." Mr. O'Connor shook his head in sympathy, and the old man fell silent, gazing into the fire.

James Joyce - Dubliners

They fit well enough, Stephen answered. Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip. The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe, grey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not joking, Kinch. You look damn well when you're dressed. Thanks, Stephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.

James Joyce - Ulysses