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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Silk of the kine and poor old woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning.
Silk of the kine and poor old woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning.
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Buck Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly : — He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra. His plump body plunged. — We'll see you again, Haines 22.
Buck Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly : — He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra. His plump body plunged. — We'll see you again, Haines 22.
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'Tis time for this poor soul To go to heaven. What is that? - What, sir? — Again, sir. 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.
'Tis time for this poor soul To go to heaven. What is that? - What, sir? — Again, sir. 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.
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I wanted to get poor Pat a job one time. Mon fils, soldier of France. I taught him to sing. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice that. Old Kilkenny : saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the ...
I wanted to get poor Pat a job one time. Mon fils, soldier of France. I taught him to sing. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice that. Old Kilkenny : saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the ...
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Ah, poor dogsbody. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. —- Tatters! Out of that, you mongrel. The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.
Ah, poor dogsbody. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. —- Tatters! Out of that, you mongrel. The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.
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