UlyssesOriginally 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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The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.
The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.
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A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. It lay behind him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song : I sang it above in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door was open : she wanted to hear ...
A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. It lay behind him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song : I sang it above in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door was open : she wanted to hear ...
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I want puce gloves and green boots. Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands. —- And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
I want puce gloves and green boots. Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands. —- And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
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Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it. —— Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette. Haines helped himself and snapped the case to.
Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it. —— Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette. Haines helped himself and snapped the case to.
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A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly ofthe water. —— Is the brother with you, Malachi? -- Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons. — Still there? I got a card from Bannon.
A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly ofthe water. —— Is the brother with you, Malachi? -- Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons. — Still there? I got a card from Bannon.
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