“essentially a literary gossip column” – CK Stead, 18 April 2010
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.”
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