Stephen Dedalus

Articles

• #Ulysse 263
  25 octobre 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  Stephen picked it up and put it on.

• #Ulysse 188
  11 août 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates, saying :
  —In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

• #Ulysse 2599
  27 mars 2019, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.

• #Ulysse 85
  30 avril 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  —And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I’m the only one that knows what you are. Why don’t you trust me more ? What have you up your nose against me ? Is it Haines ? If he makes any noise here I’ll bring down Seymour and we’ll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.

• #Ulysse 4616
  9 octobre 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Agenbite of inwit. Inwit’s agenbite.

• #Ulysse 3965
  23 décembre 2022, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Saint Thomas, Stephen smiling said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, it may be, hungers for it. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the jews (for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.

• #Ulysse 453
  3 mai 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Too far for me to lay a hand there once or lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes.

• #Ulysse 4078
  17 avril 2023, par Guillaume Vissac

  The constant readers’ room. In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item : was Hamlet mad ? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.

• #Ulysse 3936
  24 novembre 2022, par Guillaume Vissac

  He faced their silence.

• #Ulysse 540
  29 juillet 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Their full slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all.