UlyssesCourier Corporation, 7 mars 2012 - 752 sidor Originally reviled as obscure and obscene, Joyce's masterpiece now stands as one of the great literary achievements of the twentieth century. Loosely based on Homer's Odyssey, the novel traces the paths of Leopold Bloom and other Dubliners through an ordinary summer day and night in 1904 — a typical day, transformed by Joyce's narrative powers into an epic celebration of life. First editions of Ulysses rank among the modern rare book trade's most valuable finds. This reprint of the original edition is not only the least expensive version available but also the truest to the author's vision. Many experts have reinterpreted the novel's surviving drafts to produce revised texts, but this edition remains the version that Joyce himself reviewed and corrected prior to the initial publication. A new Introduction by Joyce scholar Enda Duffy offers an enlightening and enthusiastic welcome to a landmark of modern literature. |
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... (Irish, British, Jewish), the care of one's body, make it a mirror of concerns we still share. It is intimate: because you are given access to the most secret thoughts, feelings, embarrassments, and dreams of Poldy, Molly, Stephen, and ...
... (Irish, British, Jewish), the care of one's body, make it a mirror of concerns we still share. It is intimate: because you are given access to the most secret thoughts, feelings, embarrassments, and dreams of Poldy, Molly, Stephen, and ...
Sida iv
... Irish rebel ballad, “The Croppy Boy”; soon we meet him in another pub, Barney Kiernan's, standing up for both his Irishness and his Jewishness. Soon, he is in the maternity hospital, in a brothel, in a cabman's shelter showing Stephen ...
... Irish rebel ballad, “The Croppy Boy”; soon we meet him in another pub, Barney Kiernan's, standing up for both his Irishness and his Jewishness. Soon, he is in the maternity hospital, in a brothel, in a cabman's shelter showing Stephen ...
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... Irish poets : snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you ? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. —- God, he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it : a great ...
... Irish poets : snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you ? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. —- God, he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it : a great ...
Sida 7
... Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them. —- It's not fair to tease ...
... Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them. —- It's not fair to tease ...
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... Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch him for a quid, will y0u?A guinea, I mean. —- I get paid this morning, Stephen said. — The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one. — If you want it, Stephen said ...
... Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch him for a quid, will y0u?A guinea, I mean. —- I get paid this morning, Stephen said. — The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one. — If you want it, Stephen said ...
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