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Ulysses is one of the greatest literary works in the English language. In his remarkable tour de force, Joyce catalogues one day – 16 June 1904 – in immense detail as Leopold Bloom wanders through Dublin, talking, observing, musing – and always remembering Molly, his passionate, wayward wife. Set in the shadow of Homer’s Odyssey, internal thoughts – Joyce’s famous stream of consciousness – give physical reality extra colour and perspective. This long-awaited unabridged recording of James Joyce’s Ulysses is released to coincide with the hundredth anniversary of ‘Bloomsday’. Regarded by many as the single most important novel of the twentieth century, the abridged recording by Norton and Riordan released in 1994, the first year of Naxos AudioBooks, is a proven bestseller. Now the two return – having recorded most of Joyce’s other work – in a newly recorded unabridged production directed by Joyce expert Roger Marsh.
James Joyce: Ulysses
'Stately plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...'
'A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile...'
'He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland.'
'The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered.'
'He turned to Stephen and said: Seriously Dedalus. I'm stony.'
'Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face.'
'Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.'
'You, Cochrane, what city sent for him? Tarentum, Sir.'
'Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.'
'A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.'
'Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle. Again: a goal.'
'Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.'
'You were going to do wonders, what?'
'A point, live dog, grew into sight...'
'His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air...'
'Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.'
'He approached Larry O'Rourkes...'
'Grey horror seared his flesh.'
'He felt here and there.'
'The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper.'
'By lorries along Sir John Waterson's quay, Mr Bloom walked soberly...'
'Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the Grosvenor.'
'Mr Bloom stood at the corner...'
'An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach.'
'Better be shoving along.'
'Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself.'
'Martin Cunningham began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs.'
'He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.'
'Dead side of the street this.'
'The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.'
'How are you Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands.'
'Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.'
'The caretaker put the papers in his pocket.'
'A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.'
'IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS'
'WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK'
'AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER'
'WHAT WETHERUP SAID'
'Lenehan said to all:'
'YOU CAN DO IT'
'RHYMES AND REASONS'
'LET US HOPE'
'PINEAPPLE ROCK, LEMON PLATT, BUTTER SCOTCH. A SUGARSTICKY girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a Christian brother.'
'He halted again, and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny...'
'Windy night that was I went to fetch her...'
'A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river...'
'Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew.'
'Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which the ends of the world have forgotten to come...'
'He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.'
'He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat.'
'Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey numskull.'
'His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab.'
'Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson Street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth.'
'With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.'
'Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred...'
'Unsheathe your dagger definitions.'
'How now, sirrah, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?'
'Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.'