by upright | Jul 5, 2017 | Ulysses |
NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying: —Wait. Where’s the archbishop’s letter? It’s to be repeated in the Telegraph. Where’s what’s his name? He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. —Monks,...
by upright | Jul 1, 2017 | Ulysses |
ORTHOGRAPHICAL Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the...
by upright | Jun 29, 2017 | Dubliners |
There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I...
by upright | Jun 26, 2017 | Ulysses |
HOUSE OF KEY(E)S —Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on. Better not teach him his own business. —You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in leaded: the...
by upright | Jun 21, 2017 | Ulysses |
WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk. —Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember? Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded. —He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said. The foreman moved...
