by upright | Sep 28, 2017 | Ulysses |
WHAT WETHERUP SAID All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he? Why they call him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that chap in the inland revenue...
by upright | Sep 19, 2017 | Ulysses |
SHORT BUT TO THE POINT —Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply. —Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an accent on the whose. —Dan Dawson’s land Mr Dedalus said. —Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked. Ned Lambert nodded. —But listen to...
by upright | Aug 29, 2017 | Ulysses |
HIS NATIVE DORIC —The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet. —That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence… —O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and...
by upright | Aug 16, 2017 | Ulysses |
SAD Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap. That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What’s in the wind, I wonder. Money worry. —Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. —You’re looking...
by upright | Aug 2, 2017 | Ulysses |
ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA —The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the dusty windowpane. Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert’s quizzing face, asked of it sourly: —Agonising Christ, wouldn’t it give you a...
by upright | Jul 26, 2017 | Ulysses |
ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom’s next door when I was there. He took out...
