Ulysses
K.M.R.I.A.
—He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on jerkily.
Chapters
- Ulysses
- Contents
- — I —
- — I —
- [ 2 ] · —You, Cochrane, what city sent for him?
- [ 3 ] · Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least…
- — Ii —
- — Ii —
- [ 5 ] · By lorries along sir John Rogerson’s quay…
- [ 6 ] · Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head…
- [ 7 ] · In the Heart of the Hibernian Metropolis
- In the Heart of the Hibernian Metropolis
- The Wearer of the Crown
- Gentlemen of the Press
- William Brayden, Esquire, of Oaklands, Sandymount
- The Crozier and the Pen
- With Unfeigned Regret It Is We Announce the Dissolution of a Most Respected Dublin Burgess
- How a Great Daily Organ Is Turned Out
- We See the Canvasser at Work
- House of Key(e)s
- Orthographical
- Noted Churchman an Occasional Contributor
- A Dayfather
- And It Was the Feast of the Passover
- Only Once More That Soap
- Erin, Green Gem of the Silver Sea
- Short but to the Point
- Sad
- His Native Doric
- What Wetherup Said
- Memorable Battles Recalled
- O, Harp Eolian!
- Spot the Winner
- A Collision Ensues
- Exit Bloom
- A Street Cortège
- The Calumet of Peace
- The Grandeur That Was Rome
- ???
- Shindy in Wellknown Restaurant
- Lost Causes Noble Marquess Mentioned
- Kyrie Eleison!
- Lenehan’s Limerick
- Omnium Gatherum
- “You Can Do It!”
- The Great Gallaher
- A Distant Voice
- Clever, Very
- Rhymes and Reasons
- Sufficient for the Day...
- Links with Bygone Days of Yore
- Italia, Magistra Artium
- A Polished Period
- A Man of High Morale
- Impromptu
- From the Fathers
- Ominous—for Him!
- Let Us Hope
- Dear Dirty Dublin
- Life on the Raw
- Return of Bloom
- Interview with the Editor
- K.M.A.
- K.M.R.I.A.
- Raising the Wind
- Some Column!—that’s What Waddler One Said
- Those Slightly Rambunctious Females
- Dames Donate Dublin’s Cits Speedpills Velocitous Aeroliths, Belief
- Sophist Wallops Haughty Helen Square on Proboscis. Spartans Gnash Molars. Ithacans Vow Pen Is Champ.
- Hello There, Central!
- What?—and Likewise—where?
- Virgilian, Says Pedagogue. Sophomore Plumps for Old Man Moses.
- Horatio Is Cynosure This Fair June Day
- Diminished Digits Prove Too Titillating for Frisky Frumps. Anne Wimbles, Flo Wangles—yet Can You Blame Them?
- [ 8 ] · Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A…
- [ 9 ] · Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred
- [ 10 ] · The superior, the very reverend John Conmee…
- [ 11 ] · Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.
- [ 12 ] · I was just passing the time of…
- [ 13 ] · The summer evening had begun to fold…
- [ 14 ] · Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
- [ 15 ] · (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before…
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- [ 17 ] · What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning?
- [ 18 ] · Yes because he never did a thing…