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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Later, “Nausicca” is written as a parody of a romance novel, while “Circe,” the phantasmagoric climax of the novel, set in the red-light district, is written as a play-script (or as a film-script with words, composed before movies had ...
Later, “Nausicca” is written as a parody of a romance novel, while “Circe,” the phantasmagoric climax of the novel, set in the red-light district, is written as a play-script (or as a film-script with words, composed before movies had ...
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Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
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A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes. Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said : -- Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's ...
A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes. Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said : -- Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's ...
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... her breath bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes. Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face.
... her breath bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes. Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face.
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The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome light and bright aic entered. Haines stood at the doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down to wait.
The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome light and bright aic entered. Haines stood at the doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down to wait.
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