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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... once a month. — All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a slice of the loaf. Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke : — I ...
... once a month. — All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a slice of the loaf. Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke : — I ...
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... once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved a doll's head to and fro, the brims of ...
... once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved a doll's head to and fro, the brims of ...
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... once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his postprandial. Well : slainte! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang ...
... once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his postprandial. Well : slainte! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang ...
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... once. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. — Poldy! Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. — Who are the letters for? He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly. — A letter for me from ...
... once. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. — Poldy! Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. — Who are the letters for? He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly. — A letter for me from ...
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... once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumay call. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom ...
... once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumay call. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom ...
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