As Nabman Dick was looking o'er a string Of body writs, and forms of fieri facias, With eye of hawk, so sharp and wary, He notic'd Fr—d, Though not in red, Stop at the house of Mrs. C-—y;

They ordered soda scones and sandwiches, Victoria sponge cake and cling peaches, choux pastries and flapjacks, Bakewell tart and trifle with extra cream.http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=tVrjyVX4aNsC&pg=PA70&dq=%22Bakewell+Tart

This remarkable, Dostoyevskeyan passage (continuing to the bottom of SH 206) has no real counterpart elsewhere in Joyce. For one brief time, in this, his most anticlerical book, he takes time to state the Church’s attractions.

He put his money on the counter, and the shopkeeper put it in the till.