"A nation?" says Bloom. "A nation is the same people living in the same place." (12.403)
"- What is your nation if I may ask," says the citizen.
"- Ireland," says Bloom. "I was born here. Ireland."
The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner. (12.408 – 410)
By no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent continuance. (14.3)