by upright | Sep 21, 2015 | Ulysses |
His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which he halted. —A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is he not? —They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see the darkness in their...
by upright | Sep 14, 2015 | Ulysses |
He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up. —I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It’s about the foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two opinions on the matter. May I trespass on your valuable...
by upright | Sep 11, 2015 | Ulysses |
He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter. —Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, the dictates of common sense. Just a moment. He peered from under his shaggy brows at...
by upright | Aug 31, 2015 | Ulysses |
Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox. —I knew you couldn’t, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We are a generous people but we must also be just. —I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy. Mr Deasy...
by upright | Aug 28, 2015 | Ulysses |
The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this instant if I will. —Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don’t know yet what money is. Money is...
by upright | Aug 24, 2015 | Ulysses |
Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in...
