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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... sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets. —— Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him smiling. Stephen filled a third cup, aspoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought ...
... sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets. —— Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him smiling. Stephen filled a third cup, aspoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought ...
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... side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My familiar, after me, calling Steeeeeeeeeeeephen. A wavering line along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that key. It is ...
... side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My familiar, after me, calling Steeeeeeeeeeeephen. A wavering line along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that key. It is ...
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... side under his flapping shirt. — My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the Uebermensoh. Toothless Kinch and I, the supermen. He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his clothes lay. —— Are you going in here ...
... side under his flapping shirt. — My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the Uebermensoh. Toothless Kinch and I, the supermen. He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his clothes lay. —— Are you going in here ...
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... side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the lumberroom : the hollow knock of a ball and ...
... side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the lumberroom : the hollow knock of a ball and ...
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... side, sir, Stephen cried. — Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore order here. And as ... sides : their many forms closed round him, the garish sushinc bleaching the honey of his illdyed head. Stale smoky ...
... side, sir, Stephen cried. — Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore order here. And as ... sides : their many forms closed round him, the garish sushinc bleaching the honey of his illdyed head. Stale smoky ...
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