by upright | Nov 21, 2017 | Ulysses |
A STREET CORTÈGE Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom’s wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a tail of white bowknots. —Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and you’ll...
by upright | Nov 15, 2017 | Ulysses |
EXIT BLOOM —I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there in Dillon’s. He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had...
by upright | Nov 8, 2017 | Ulysses |
A COLLISION ENSUES The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue. —Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making a grimace. —My fault, Mr Bloom said,...
by upright | Nov 2, 2017 | Ulysses |
SPOT THE WINNER Lenehan came out of the inner office with Sport‘s tissues. —Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O. Madden up. He tossed the tissues on to the table. Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was flung...
by upright | Oct 11, 2017 | Ulysses |
O, HARP EOLIAN! He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth. —Bingbang, bangbang. Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door. —Just a moment,...
by upright | Oct 3, 2017 | Ulysses |
MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED —North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers! —Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps. —In Ohio! the editor shouted. —So it...
