ULYSSES (The Original 1922 Edition)e-artnow, 6 dec. 2017 - 1513 sidor Ulysses is a novel by the Irish writer James Joyce. It is considered to be one of the most important works of Modernist literature, it has been called "a demonstration and summation of the entire movement". "Before Joyce, no writer of fiction had so foregrounded the process of thinking."However, even proponents of Ulysses such as Anthony Burgess have described the book as "inimitable, and also possibly mad". There have been at least 18 different "Ulysses" editions (Joyce's handwritten manuscripts were typed by a number of amateur typists). This eBook is a faithful reproduction of the the notable first book edition published in Paris on 2 February 1922 by Sylvia Beach at Shakespeare and Company (only 1000 copies were printed). James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist and poet, considered to be one of the most influential writers in the modernist avant-garde of the early 20th century. Joyce is best known for Ulysses (1922), a landmark work in which the episodes of Homer's Odyssey are paralleled in an array of contrasting literary styles, perhaps most prominent among these the stream of consciousness technique he perfected. Other major works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). His complete oeuvre also includes three books of poetry, a play, occasional journalism, and his published letters. |
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... never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched their faces. Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the struggle. — Kingstown pier, Stephen ...
... never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched their faces. Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering in the struggle. — Kingstown pier, Stephen ...
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... never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind. — Tell us a story, sir. — Oh, do, sir. A ghoststory. — Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book. — Weep no more, Comyn said ...
... never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind. — Tell us a story, sir. — Oh, do, sir. A ghoststory. — Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book. — Weep no more, Comyn said ...
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... never sets. — Ba ! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail. — I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid my way. Goood man, good man. — I ...
... never sets. — Ba ! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail. — I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid my way. Goood man, good man. — I ...
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... never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly. A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air. — She never let them ...
... never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly. A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air. — She never let them ...
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... never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. — Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly. She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him ...
... never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. — Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly. She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him ...
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