by upright | Jul 18, 2017 | Ulysses |
AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type. Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger...
by upright | Jul 11, 2017 | Ulysses |
A DAYFATHER He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs’ ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the...
by upright | Jul 5, 2017 | Ulysses |
NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying: —Wait. Where’s the archbishop’s letter? It’s to be repeated in the Telegraph. Where’s what’s his name? He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. —Monks,...
by upright | Jul 1, 2017 | Ulysses |
ORTHOGRAPHICAL Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the...
by upright | Jun 26, 2017 | Ulysses |
HOUSE OF KEY(E)S —Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on. Better not teach him his own business. —You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in leaded: the...
by upright | Jun 21, 2017 | Ulysses |
WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk. —Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember? Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded. —He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said. The foreman moved...
