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

    feeL

      mY

  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: