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At times, it has extremely lude and graphic sexual content and very foul language.

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Each chapter features a different prose-style to match its theme or subject. One chapter is even written in a manner which traces the history of English prose, from the Renaissance to modern advertising jargon. This includes the famous final chapter which is an unpunctuated eighty page soliloquy of Molly Bloom as she lies in bed at night, thinking over her life and the events of the jamess day. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:.

Solemnly he came jamed and mounted the romanna gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

Shut your eyes, gents. A little trouble uliise those white corpuscles. He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there joycee gold points. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm. He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of romanq gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages.

A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.

He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.


Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid?

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God, these bloody English! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. O, my name for you is the best: You saved men from drowning. If he stays on here I am off. Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade.

He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily. Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled uliss. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:.

A new art colour for our Irish poets: Uulise mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. She is our great sweet mother. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet.

Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to rlmana down and pray for her. There is something sinister in you Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.

Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes.

Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a great sweet romanaa by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.

I must give you a shirt and a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks? Secondleg they should be. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe, grey.

General paralysis of the insane! He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and the edges of his white glittering teeth.


Laughter seized all his strong wellknit trunk. Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a crooked crack. As he and others see me.

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Who chose this face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too. It jooyce her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.

If Wilde were only alive to see you! God knows you have more spirit than any of them. Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a guinea.

His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work together we might do something for the island.

What have you up your nose against me? O, I shall expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. What have you against me now? They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

I remember only ideas and sensations. What happened in the name of God? Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room. You saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the quilt. I suppose I did say it.

He had spoken himself into boldness.

Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:. He walked off quickly round the parapet.

Stephen stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt the fever of his cheeks.