by upright | Nov 19, 2016 | Ulysses |
Change that soap now. Mr Bloom’s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held. Paltry funeral: coach and three...
by upright | Nov 12, 2016 | Ulysses |
On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the sexton’s, an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. After life’s journey. Gloomy gardens then went by: one by one: gloomy houses. Mr Power pointed. —That is...
by upright | Nov 8, 2016 | Ulysses |
In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse trotted by, coming from the cemetery: looks relieved. Crossguns bridge: the royal canal. Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath...
by upright | Nov 1, 2016 | Ulysses |
—I can’t make out why the corporation doesn’t run a tramline from the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the boats. —Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite right. They...
by upright | Oct 18, 2016 | Ulysses |
The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones. —We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said. —God grant he doesn’t upset us on the road, Mr Power said. —I hope not, Martin Cunningham said. That will be a great race tomorrow in...
