Showing posts with label Joycean. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
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Eve Arnold,cover of Poets & Writers
James Joyce He was stupid. He didn't know as much as me... -Matt Cook
Marilyn Monroe reading James Joyce's Ulysses: Long Island NY 1955
Eve Arnold,cover of Poets & Writers
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- * Yes because he never did a thing like that before
- * What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen foll...
- * Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed of...
- *(The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown
- *Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil ...
- *The summer evening had begun to fold the world in...
- * I was just pasing the time of day with old Troy
- * Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.
- *The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S. J....
- Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred:
- Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A suga...
- Before Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, chan...
- Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted hea...
- By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom...
- Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs...
- * Ineluctable modality of the visible:
- *- You, Cochrane, what city sent for him?
- * Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stair...
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