by upright | Feb 15, 2017 | Ulysses |
—And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was over there in the… He looked around. —Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now? —M’Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don’t know who he is. Is that his name? He moved...
by upright | Feb 4, 2017 | Ulysses |
We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you’re well and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the fire of purgatory. Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do when you shiver in the sun....
by upright | Jan 25, 2017 | Ulysses |
Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that way. Ay but they might object to be buried out of another...
by upright | Jan 18, 2017 | Ulysses |
I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh, nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black...
by upright | Jan 11, 2017 | Ulysses |
Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on good terms with him. Decent fellow, John O’Connell, real good sort. Keys: like Keyes’s ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks. Habeas corpus. I must see about that ad...
