This morning.
Forty Foot, Sandycove, County Dublin.
Niall Burgess, Secretary General at the Department of Foreign Affairs, begins Bloomsday in scrotum-tightening manner.
In fairness.
Meanwhile…
Put on some decent clothes too, don't forget you're going to Paddy Dignam's funeral later. "We come to bury Caesar, his ides of March or June"! pic.twitter.com/u8Z9SBgcrD
— Gerry Molumby (@GerryMolumby) June 16, 2020
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There is an app for that.
https://amp.irishexaminer.com/breakingnews/ireland/james-joyce-app-allows-you-to-access-dublin-in-the-early-1900s-1005325.html
Superb headline and housecoat. Nice book too.
I tried reading Ulysses a couple of times. Never could make it past chapter one, although I can confess to browsing through other chapters. I really do not see the appeal.
I did manage to make it through Portrait of the Artist, but that is known as one of his easier works.
Try Dubliners. His book of short stories.
Dubliners is excellent.
I hated ‘Portrait’ – Lord, it put years on me
@ Slightly, If you really want to read Ulysses, try the audiobook – it’s a bit clearer what is exposition, and what is the interior monologue.
Laboured through it a few years back….but might give it another go via audiobook. Cheers.
+1
Loved Dubliners. A brilliant set of stories.
i tried reading it in college. the book itself was a tenner, the book that taught you how to read it was over a hundred quid.
Try episode 9 , part 2 , p. 263 .
Set in Barney Kiernan’s pub . In my opinion the funniest in the book . With ‘ the Citizen ‘ spouting romantic tosh about ancient Gaelic Ireland and Bloom pointing the glowing end of his cigar at him and the biscuit tin hurled after the escaping cab it’s the one I find most relatable to an episode of the Odyssey: Cyclops . The narrator is the type of raconteur you would love to have a pint with .
I hope none of the male enthusiasts mention their wife’s ‘ ample flesh ‘ whilst straightening the bed covers. Could be a very bad start to the day .
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
they do a lovely kidney dish to this day in FX Buckley, well they did pre shutdown in his honour
that’s absolutely torn it, I’ll have to make béarnaise now,
I for one can’t wait until restaurants are back
FXB shut down in Joyce’s honour?
sorry, the kidney dish, what’s that called when you think backwards :)
don’t say thick ;)
you quite literally have backsides on the brain..
it will end in tears