Read ULYSSES By James Joyce
Simon & Brown 2011 Edition
P. 10
A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song: I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words, Stephen: love's bitter mystery.
Where now?
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Here I hear Joyce's rhythm, calm and fluent.
2 May 2018
TANAKA Akio
SRFL lab
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