It’s Bloomsday. If Joyce is your bag, then here is a link to the Bloomsday page on the official James Joyce website.
Joyce is an acquired taste and can be bitter when you’ve got it. Ulysees is too great a slog to contemplate for some. But an old drunk in Soho once told me that the way to crack Ulysees is to get someone to read it for you. Oddly, I think there’s truth in his involuntary offering of wisdom, though perhaps not in the way he intended, as I hope the above clip of Marcella Riordan reading the last lines of Molly Bloom’s soliloquy proves.
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