Ulysses (original edition)Aegitas, 1 juni 2016 - 658 sidor Ulysses is a modernist novel by Irish writer James Joyce. It was first serialised in parts in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920, and then published in its entirety by Sylvia Beach in February 1922, in Paris. It is considered to be one of the most important works of modernist literature, and has been called "a demonstration and summation of the entire movement". According to Declan Kiberd, "Before Joyce, no writer of fiction had so foregrounded the process of thinking." Ulysses chronicles the peripatetic appointments and encounters of Leopold Bloom in Dublin in the course of an ordinary day, 16 June 1904. The novel imitates registers of centuries of English literature and is highly allusive. This publication is an original edition. Ulysses' stream-of-consciousness technique, careful structuring, and experimental prose — full of puns, parodies, and allusions — as well as its rich characterisation and broad humour, made the book a highly regarded novel in the modernist pantheon. |
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... Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today. --To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time? A photo it isn't. A badge maybe. --E ... eleven, Mr Bloom answered. --I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I ...
... Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today. --To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time? A photo it isn't. A badge maybe. --E ... eleven, Mr Bloom answered. --I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I ...
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... Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweeeet song. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits. M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble. --O, well, he said. That's good news. He moved to go. --Well, glad to see you looking fit ...
... Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweeeet song. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits. M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble. --O, well, he said. That's good news. He moved to go. --Well, glad to see you looking fit ...
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... Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and I'll take one of these soaps. How much are they? --Fourpence, sir. Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax. --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three ...
... Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and I'll take one of these soaps. How much are they? --Fourpence, sir. Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax. --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three ...
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... Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention? Antient concert rooms ...
... Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention? Antient concert rooms ...
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... Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding: --Well, nearly all of us. Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces. --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and the son. --About the ...
... Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding: --Well, nearly all of us. Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces. --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and the son. --About the ...
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