James Joyce eBooks
eBooks di James Joyce editi da Skyline di Formato Mobipocket NARRATIVA E ARGOMENTI CORRELATI
A portrait of the artist as a young man. E-book. Formato Mobipocket James Joyce - Skyline, 2015 -
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.?O, the wild rose blossomsOn the little green place.He sang that song. That was his song.O, the green wothe botheth.When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:?Tralala lala,Tralala tralaladdy,Tralala lala,Tralala lala.Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.Dante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet back was for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.The Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother. They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up he was going to marry Eileen. He hid under the table. His mother said:—O, Stephen will apologize.Dante said:—O, if not, the eagles will come and pull out his eyes.—Pull out his eyes,Apologize,Apologize,Pull out his eyes.Apologize,Pull out his eyes,Pull out his eyes,Apologize.
Ulysses (New Classics). E-book. Formato Mobipocket James Joyce - Skyline, 2015 -
"...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 on 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..."
Dubliners. E-book. Formato Mobipocket James Joyce - Skyline, 2015 -
THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were true.