by upright | May 16, 2016 | Ulysses |
He moved to go. —Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around. —Yes, Mr Bloom said. —Tell you what, M’Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I’d like to go but I mightn’t be able, you see. There’s...
by upright | May 13, 2016 | Ulysses |
—Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone. —One of the best, M’Coy said. The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick....
by upright | May 9, 2016 | Ulysses |
—I was with Bob Doran, he’s on one of his periodical bends, and what do you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway’s we were. Doran Lyons in Conway’s. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head...
by upright | May 2, 2016 | Ulysses |
M’Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company when you. —Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to? —Hello, M’Coy. Nowhere in particular. —How’s the body? —Fine. How are you? —Just keeping alive, M’Coy said. His eyes on the black...
by upright | Apr 29, 2016 | Ulysses |
Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where’s old Tweedy’s regiment? Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he’s a grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal...
