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• #Ulysse 4080
  19 avril 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding :
  — A pleased bottom.

• #Ulysse 3919
  7 novembre 2022, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus’ brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary equal to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His art, more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is the art of surfeit. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Sir Walter Raleigh, when they arrested him, had half a million francs on his back including a pair of fancy stays. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures. You know Manningham’s story of the burgher’s wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard III and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon’s blankets : William the conqueror came before Richard III. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and the punks of the bankside, a penny a time.

• #Ulysse 3933
  21 novembre 2022, par Guillaume Vissac

  —It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the stallion. Maybe, like Socrates, he had a midwife to mother as he had a shrew to wife. But she, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow. Two deeds are rank in that ghost’s mind : a broken vow and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband’s brother. Sweet Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.

• #Ulysse 1437
  14 janvier 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Why did you enclose the stamps ? I am awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that.

• #Ulysse 4115
  24 mai 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  Here I watched the birds for augury. Aengus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.

• #Ulysse 3062
  2 juillet 2020, par Guillaume Vissac

  That one at the Grosvenor this morning. Up with her on the car : wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.

• #Ulysse 3775
  16 juin 2022, par Guillaume Vissac

  —He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory. He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling The Girl I left behind me. If the earthquake did not time it we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds, the studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured ? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie withal ? Good : he left her and gained the world of men. But his boywomen are the women of a boy. Their life, hought, speech are lent them by males. He chose badly ? He was chosen, it seems to me. If others have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

• #Ulysse 4116
  25 mai 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  —The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown’s awe. Did you see his eye ? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.

• #Ulysse 4042
  11 mars 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear !

• #Ulysse 4108
  17 mai 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  —The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted them.