by upright | Dec 13, 2017 | Ulysses |
??? Lenehan said to all: —Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature. —Who? the editor asked. Bit torn off. —Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said. —That old...
by upright | Dec 7, 2017 | Ulysses |
THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME —Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We mustn’t be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative. He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:...
by upright | Nov 30, 2017 | Ulysses |
THE CALUMET OF PEACE He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it. —Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself. The editor...
by upright | Nov 21, 2017 | Ulysses |
A STREET CORTÈGE Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom’s wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a tail of white bowknots. —Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and you’ll...
by upright | Nov 15, 2017 | Ulysses |
EXIT BLOOM —I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there in Dillon’s. He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had...
