Hadès

Articles

• #Ulysse 1785
  27 décembre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Who knows is that true about the woman he keeps ? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of rumpsteak. What is this she was ? Barmaid in Jury’s. Or the Moira, was it ?

• #Ulysse 1783
  25 décembre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power’s goodlooking face. Greyish over the ears.

• #Ulysse 2134
  9 décembre 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they know.

• #Ulysse 1790
  1er janvier 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly :
  — The devil break the hasp of your back !

• #Ulysse 1853
  5 mars 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody here seen Kelly ? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from Saul. He’s as bad as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette ! The Mater Misericordiae.

• #Ulysse 1810
  21 janvier 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  —O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.

• #Ulysse 1706
  9 octobre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter ! Ye gods and little fishes ! Still, she’s a dear girl. Soon be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes : a woman too. Life, life.

• #Ulysse 1786
  28 décembre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator’s form.

• #Ulysse 1988
  16 juillet 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  The metal wheels ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.

• #Ulysse 1943
  2 juin 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

  —How are you, Simon ? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven’t seen you for a month of Sundays.