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• #Ulysse 4541

  27 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Outside the Dublin Distillers Company’s stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins knotted to the wheel.

• #Ulysse 4540

  26 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the corner of Guinness’s visitors’ waitingroom.

• #Ulysse 4539

  25 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan’s ? Or no, there was a midnight burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn down here. Make a detour.

• #Ulysse 4538

  24 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Bad times those were. Well, well. Over and done with. Great topers too. Fourbottle men.

• #Ulysse 4537

  23 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Greasy black rope. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant’s wife drove by in her noddy.

• #Ulysse 4536

  22 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut.

• #Ulysse 4535

  21 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Good drop of gin, that was.

• #Ulysse 4534

  20 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath.

• #Ulysse 4533

  19 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Aham !

• #Ulysse 4532

  18 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course. Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned Lambert’s brother over the way, Sam ? What ? Yes. He’s as like it as damn it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash like that. Damn like him.