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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... Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit ribbons of his shirt ...
... Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces: they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit ribbons of his shirt ...
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... young fellow that ever you heard. My mother's a jew, my father's a bird. With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree. So here's to disciples and Calvary. He held up a forefinger of warning. —If anyone thinks that I amn't divine He'll get no ...
... young fellow that ever you heard. My mother's a jew, my father's a bird. With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree. So here's to disciples and Calvary. He held up a forefinger of warning. —If anyone thinks that I amn't divine He'll get no ...
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... over his shoulder. A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water. —Is the brother with you, Malachi? —Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons. —Still there? I got.
... over his shoulder. A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water. —Is the brother with you, Malachi? —Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons. —Still there? I got.
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... young thing down there. Photo girl he calls her. —Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure. Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening ...
... young thing down there. Photo girl he calls her. —Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure. Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening ...
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... young imbecile. Yes, I must. His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his ...
... young imbecile. Yes, I must. His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his ...
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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