by upright | Dec 4, 2019 | Ulysses |
DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLES, FLO WANGLES—YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM? —Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must say. —Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God Almighty’s truth was...
by upright | Sep 3, 2019 | Ulysses |
HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY J. J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held his peace. —I see, the professor said. He halted on sir John Gray’s pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the meshes of his wry...
by upright | May 14, 2019 | Ulysses |
VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE. SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES. —Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. Call it, let me see. Call it: deus nobis hæc otia fecit. —No, Stephen said. I call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or The Parable...
by upright | Jan 1, 2019 | Ulysses |
WHAT?—AND LIKEWISE—WHERE? —But what do you call it? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the plums?
by upright | Dec 6, 2018 | Ulysses |
HELLO THERE, CENTRAL! At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston...
