Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time
is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.


A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.



HEIGHO! HEIGHO!
HEIGHO! HEIGHO!
HEIGHO! HEIGHO!

PREVIOUS GROUP HOME SITE HOME NEXT
Old Dominion University CS Dept
Designed by Joan A. Smith for the CRATE project
Created: 2007-2-22T12:35:29Z
Part of the CratePreservation Project
Change Tag: ~~ 0 ~~
Part of a series of experiments in web preservation under the direction of Michael L. Nelson, Ph.D.