Thursday, July 23, 2015

Ulysses Chapter 13: Nausicaa

And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lovely, O, soft, sweet, soft!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Ulysses Chapter 6: Hades

Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old Ireland’s hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does anybody really?

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Ulysses Chapter 2: Nestor

—I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.