by upright | Jan 31, 2018 | Ulysses |
LENEHAN’S LIMERICK There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh Who wears goggles of ebony hue. As he mostly sees double To wear them why trouble? I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you? In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead. Myles...
by upright | Jan 26, 2018 | Dubliners |
That night I slept badly. In the morning I was first-comer to the bridge as I lived nearest. I hid my books in the long grass near the ashpit at the end of the garden where nobody ever came and hurried along the canal bank. It was a mild sunny morning in the first...
by upright | Jan 24, 2018 | Ulysses |
KYRIE ELEISON! A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. —The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the...
by upright | Jan 3, 2018 | Ulysses |
LOST CAUSES NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED —We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the...
by upright | Dec 30, 2017 | Ulysses |
SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT —Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to… —O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth...
