James Joyce Is Too Dirty for the iPad

mattpayton:

Apple is pretty quickly turning into those Gen-Xers who pretty easily became just as lame and corporate as their Boomer parents.

If you’re not on an iPad, check out the website that turns Ulysses into a comic at http://www.ulyssesseen.com/

hardcorefornerds:the back cover of this copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses

hardcorefornerds:the back cover of this copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses

bookparts:
last time i tried to read ulysses, i quit and embroidered james joyce instead.

bookparts:

last time i tried to read ulysses, i quit and embroidered james joyce instead.
Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another’s soul.
counterforce:
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. TODAY on Counterforce.

counterforce:

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. TODAY on Counterforce.
i12bent:

“Faithfully Yours,
- James A. Joyce”

i12bent:

“Faithfully Yours,

- James A. Joyce”

bluejackal:
Its Bloomsday! The annual commemoration of the life of the influential Irish writer James Joyce, known for his novels Ulysses and the semi-autobiographical A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
I feel kind of Terrible I missed Bloomsday on here.  I made a post on my own tumblog, but I totally forgot about here.  I hope you can forgive me, dear modernism lovers.

bluejackal:

Its Bloomsday! The annual commemoration of the life of the influential Irish writer James Joyce, known for his novels Ulysses and the semi-autobiographical A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

I feel kind of Terrible I missed Bloomsday on here.  I made a post on my own tumblog, but I totally forgot about here.  I hope you can forgive me, dear modernism lovers.

The Dead

whokilled:

by James Joyce

She leaned lightly on his arm, as lightly as when she had danced with him a few hours before. He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage. But now, after the kindling again of so many memories, the first touch of her body, musical and strange and perfumed, sent through him a keen pang of lust. Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.

ylizabeth:

oldfilmsflicker: Ulysses by James Joyce (via printedandbound)

ylizabeth:

oldfilmsflicker: Ulysses by James Joyce (via printedandbound)