#Ulysse 97

Buck Mulligan, Tour Martello, Télémaque, Entre 8h et 8h45, Stephen Dedalus, Corps, 8h11

La phrase originale

He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

Sous ces mots il se plante
dans la face de Stephen.
Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil
pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair éméchés & mèches
& tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse
argentés nickel .

Progression : .70%

53.288667, -6.113613

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La phrase originale

He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

Sous ces mots il se plante
dans la face de Stephen.
Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil
pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair & mèches éméchés
& tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse
nickel.

Progression : .70%

Buck Mulligan, Tour Martello, Télémaque, Entre 8h et 8h45, Stephen Dedalus, Corps

He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

La phrase originale

He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

Sous ces mots il se plante
dans la face de Stephen.
Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil
pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair & éméchés
& tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse
nickel.

Progression : 0.70%

53.288667, -6.113613

Voir une carte plus grande