" — O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!" (U9.1192)
Buck Mulligan is referring to a real incidentas told on the James Joyce Centre website. On June 20, 1904, Joyce turned up very drunk to attend a rehearsal of the National Theatre Society at the Camden Hall and collapsed in a passageway. One of the actors, Vera Esposito, stumbled over him...
Buck Mulligan is referring to a real incidentas told on the James Joyce Centre website. On June 20, 1904, Joyce turned up very drunk to attend a rehearsal of the National Theatre Society at the Camden Hall and collapsed in a passageway. One of the actors, Vera Esposito, stumbled over him...
"— The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted them.
About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
Part. The moment is now. Where then? " (U9.1195)
Interesting trivia: Vera Esposito was a postcard collector, exchanging postcards with pen friends in France.
About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
Part. The moment is now. Where then? " (U9.1195)
Interesting trivia: Vera Esposito was a postcard collector, exchanging postcards with pen friends in France.
"If Socrates leave his house today, if Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time must come to, ineluctably.
My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.
— Good day again, Buck Mulligan said." (U9.1199)
My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.
— Good day again, Buck Mulligan said." (U9.1199)
"The portico.
Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see." (U9.1205)
Here I watched the birds for augury. Ængus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see." (U9.1205)
"- The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient mariner." (U9.1209)
"O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.
Manner of Oxenford." (U9.1211)
Manner of Oxenford." (U9.1211)
"Day. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.
A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.
They followed.
Offend me still. Speak on.
Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw of softness softly were blown." (U9.1213)
A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.
They followed.
Offend me still. Speak on.
Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw of softness softly were blown." (U9.1213)
"Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic: from wide earth an altar.
Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars." (9.1121)
The quotation is from Shakespeare, Cymbeline Act V Scene 5
Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars." (9.1121)
The quotation is from Shakespeare, Cymbeline Act V Scene 5