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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A thing out in the waves. A kind of bridge. Kingstown pier, sir. Some laughed again : mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench whispered. Yes. They knew : had never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched ...
A thing out in the waves. A kind of bridge. Kingstown pier, sir. Some laughed again : mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench whispered. Yes. They knew : had never learned nor ever been innocent. All. With envy he watched ...
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She always kept things decent in The Hanniganfamileye. His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, ...
She always kept things decent in The Hanniganfamileye. His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, ...
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Bath a most private thing. I wouldn't let my brother, not even my own' brother, most lascivious thing. Green eyes, I see you. Fang, I feel. lascivious people. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.
Bath a most private thing. I wouldn't let my brother, not even my own' brother, most lascivious thing. Green eyes, I see you. Fang, I feel. lascivious people. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.
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What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they 'd only be an eight o' clock breakfast for the Japanese. Stop and say a word I about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O' Rourke.
What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they 'd only be an eight o' clock breakfast for the Japanese. Stop and say a word I about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O' Rourke.
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Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday ...
Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday ...
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