Sunday, June 16, 2013

Bloomsday 2013

James Joyce’s Ulysses is the only novel whose opening sentence I can recite from memory – “Stately, plump Buck Mulligan” (which sounds like a few of my friends) – and of course I can’t recite the last sentence because it is so long, though we all know that after the rude bits the closing words are “he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

Nicholas Wilson (via Bill Manhire) has brilliantly arranged that last bit:  
he coUld
  breaSts all perfume
     yeS and his
       hEart was going like mad and
     yeS i said yes i will yes
So to mark Bloomsday, 16 June 1904, here are Yes in 1973:

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