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U. P: up
Stop it Richie Goulding!! Stop torturing me!!
>>8003751
Boylan's getting it up?
You pee up!
Yupee yup
I certainly up my P when I read Molly Bloom's dearly (even divinely) dirty soliloquy. James, you dirty boy.
A.E.I.O.U.
Say 'eye' and spell 'cup' aloud and then give your thoughts on ice cream.
>>8004250
eye see you pee & I like it!
>>8003751
Was Joyce overrated as a humorist?
>>8004240
John Madden John Madden John Madden
>>8004277
Underrated.
Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a message for her. Might remain. What?
I.
Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide comes here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark mirror, breathe on it, stirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not like.
AM. A.
No room. Let it go.
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here. Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by design.
He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance. We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbye, dear. Thanks. Made me feel so young.
Short snooze now if I had. Must be near nine. Liverpool boat long gone.. Not even the smoke. And she can do the other. Did too. And Belfast. I won't go. Race there, race back to Ennis. Let him. Just close my eyes a moment. Won't sleep, though. Half dream. It never comes the same. Bat again. No harm in him. Just a few.
O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in her next her next.
A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Just for a few
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Cuckoo.
>>8004250
RSTLNE
>>8004298
holla holla get $
>>8004307
I like this, but i didn't find it funny, except the chance part.
>>8004638
The joke is that Bloom is a cuck.
>>8004307
Is the O sweety paragraph a dream?
>>8004662
Aha, i had no idea the term was so old
>>8004678
only 1914 man
>>8004678
Did you think /pol/ invented it?
>a1250 Owl & Nightingale 1544 Heo nah iweld, Þa heo hine makie cukeweld.
>>8004655
That's 13
Chapter 12 is the funniest chapter, though imo
>>8004678
the idea of adultery has always been a big thing for humans
>>8004705
who was the narrator? who was the cyclops? what was the point of the shifts into mock epic?
my theory:
1. no idea
2. the irish nationalist - one perspective, one eye, ireland (seems obvious)
3. the self aggrandizing nature of drunken storytelling & the self aggrandizing nature of single minded nationalism
>>8004724
1. I don't think it really matters who the narrator's identity is, since that isn't really the point of the chapter. I believe he reappears in the Circe chapter as "The Nameless One" during the dream sequences, anyway.
2. The Citizen is the obvious parallel to the cyclops. I feel like all the pub patrons were meant to be seen as giants if you compare their dialogue and actions to Bloom's. He barely gets a word in edgewise, and all the blocks of mock epic prose help serve to make him seem even smaller.
3. See above, but you've summed up its other purposes as well.
