UlyssesLindhardt og Ringhof, 16 maj 2022 - 905 sidor On 16 June 1904 Leopold Bloom wanders the streets of Dublin aimlessly as his wife Molly stays at home sleeping with other men. Having been made an involuntary cuckold, Leopold Bloom lets the soles of his shoes wear out on the pavements between the taverns in which his humiliation is acute, and hides in one memory after another as they haunt him in Dublin's wet fog. Leopold Bloom is the Odyssey of the 20th century, but unlike Homer's ancient warrior hero, Bloom is a modern anti-hero that you can't help feeling for. Ulysses has been turned into a film called The Ulysses Project which was filmed entirely during the Covid-19 lockdown. Stars include Aidan Gillen, John Turturro and Patrick Bergin. James Joyce (1882-1941) was an Irish writer and one of the most important representatives of literary modernism. He studied literature and languages in his hometown of Dublin and began his writing career with short stories. After the outbreak of the First World War, he moved with his family from Trieste to Zurich. His best-known works include 'Dubliner', 'Ulysses' and 'Finnegans Wake'. |
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... 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 death? Buck ...
... 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 death? Buck ...
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... said to him, smiling. Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried: —A miracle! He passed it along.
... said to him, smiling. Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried: —A miracle! He passed it along.
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James Joyce. his fingers and cried: —A miracle! He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying: —Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give. Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand. —We'll owe twopence, he ...
James Joyce. his fingers and cried: —A miracle! He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying: —Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give. Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand. —We'll owe twopence, he ...
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... passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow: —And going forth he met Butterly. Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door ...
... passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow: —And going forth he met Butterly. Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door ...
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... passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again. —Dying, he said again, if not dead by now. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's windingsheet. His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the ...
... passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again. —Dying, he said again, if not dead by now. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's windingsheet. His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the ...
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answered arms asked believe better bloody Bloom Buck citizen coming corner course cried dark dead Dedalus door Dublin eyes face father feel fellow fingers four gave girl give green hair half hand head hear heard heart hold Irish John keep kind knew lady land laughing Lenehan light lips live look Lord Martin Master mean mind Miss morning mother mouth Mulligan nature never night once passed past play pocket poor Power remember round says shillings side sitting smiled standing Stephen stopped street suppose sure talking tell thing thought told took turned voice Wait walked watch wife woman women wonder young