James Joyce’s Dublin – a pictorial recreation of Ulysses

I want to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book. – James Joyce

TELEMACHUS

“Stately plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of later on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”

“In the gloomy domed living room of the tower Buck Mulligan’s gowned form moved briskly about the hearth to and fro, hiding and revealing it’s yellow glow.”

“They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale.”

“He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by this side.”

PROTEUS

“Come out of them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay, of Marsh’s library, where you read the fading prophesies of Joachim Abbas.”

CALYPSO

“The belfry of St. George’s Church sent out constant peals….”

LOTUS EATERS

“From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the post office. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.”

“Better get that lotion made up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny’s in Lincoln Place. Chemists rarely move.”

“Mr. Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.”

AEOLUS

Mr. Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a stately figure entered between the newsboards of the Weekly Freeman and National Press….”

“I’m just running around to Bachelor’s Walk, Mr. Bloom said, abou this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up.”

LESTRYGONIANS

“As he set foot on O’Connell Bridge, a puffball of smoke plummed up from the parapet….He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Ban bury cakes for a penny and brook the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the Liffey.”

“He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub. He doesn’t chat. Stands a drink now and then. I’ll take a glass of burgundy and let me see…have you a cheese sandwich?”

“A blind strippling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No trams in sight. Wants to cross….I”ll see you across. Do you want to go to Molesworth Street?”

SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS

“Mr. Bloom came to Kildare Street. First I must. Library….Urbane to comfort them, the Quaker librarian purred: And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister?

THE WANDERING ROCKS

“They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocooocooed.”

Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the corner of Guinness’s visitors’ waitingroom”

SIRENS

“Bronze by gold, Miss Douce’s head by Miss Kennedy’s head, over the crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.”

CYCLOPS

“So we turned into Barney Kiernan’s and there sure enough was the citizen up in the corner having a great big confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink.”

OXEN OF THE SUN

“In recent public controversy, with Mr. L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took place in the Commons Hall of the National Maternity Hospital 29, 30 and 31 Holles Street of which, as is well known, Dr. A Horne (Lic. in Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I) is the able and popular master, he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat into the bag (an esthetic allusion, presumably, to one of the most complicated and marvelous of all of nature’s processes, the act of sexual congress) she must let it out again or give it life, as he phrased it, to save her own.”

ITHACA

“At the housesteps of the 4th Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket of his trousers to obtain his latchkey..”

PENELOPE
“I saw him a few times in the Bleeding Horse in Camden Street with Boylan the Billsticker.”

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Thanks James.

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