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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Her door was open : she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words, Stephen : love's bitter mystery. Where now? Her secrets : old feather fans, ...
Her door was open : she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words, Stephen : love's bitter mystery. Where now? Her secrets : old feather fans, ...
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Hear, hear. Prolonged applause. Z at ./ Nom de Dieu! —- Of course I'm a Britisher, Haine's voice said, and I feel as one. I don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That's our national problem, I'm afraid, ...
Hear, hear. Prolonged applause. Z at ./ Nom de Dieu! —- Of course I'm a Britisher, Haine's voice said, and I feel as one. I don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That's our national problem, I'm afraid, ...
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I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left us then P — I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C. — Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred ...
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left us then P — I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C. — Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred ...
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No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise.
No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master's praise.
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We didn't hear. Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said : — What is it, sir? We give it up. Stephen, his throat itching, answered : — The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
We didn't hear. Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said : — What is it, sir? We give it up. Stephen, his throat itching, answered : — The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
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