| 1. | Just loll there quiet dusk let everything rip. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 2. | What's that like _Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |
| 3. | So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me so hales and pull. - from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare |
| 4. | Florry Talbot, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the bolster, listening. - from Ulysses by James Joyce |