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Ulysses [MultiFormat]
eBook by James Joyce
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eBook Category: Classic Literature
eBook Description: Written over a seven-year period, from 1914 to 1921, this book has survived bowdlerization, legal action and controversy. The novel deals with the events of one day in Dublin, 16th June 1904, now known as "Bloomsday". The principal characters are Stephen Dedalus, Leopold Bloom and his wife Molly.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com/Fictionwise Classic, Published: 1922
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2004
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [3.9 MB], eReader (PDB) [879 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [932 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [811 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [711 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [876 KB], hiebook (KML) [1.8 MB], Sony Reader (LRF) [818 KB], iSilo (PDB) [767 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [937 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [964 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [1.2 MB]
Words: 264500
Reading time: 755-1058 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing ENABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
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STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
--INTROIBO AD ALTARE DEI.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
--Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.
--Back to barracks! he said sternly.
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