For updates about the readings please refer to the entries on our Thursday Ulysses page.
Thank you for your interest.
For updates about the readings please refer to the entries on our Thursday Ulysses page.
Thank you for your interest.
Dear fellow readers of Ulysses by James Joyce
Today, we reached the last sentence of Ulysses: " ... his heart was going like mad and es I said yes I will Yes."
This means that we have finished the current cycle of reading Joyce's great work. I have been participating in the reading groups since September 2011. Attending the reading groups and getting to know James Joyce's novel under the guidance of the one and the only, Fritz Senn, has enriched my life in many ways.
This cycle of Ulysses will be the last time I will participate regularly in the reading group and write summaries of what would be read. I have been writing summaries since September 2013. (Yes, I did miss writing them the last two weeks.) I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the summaries, which I have also used as the basis for writing my eBook, Ulysses for the Uninitiated that is still available to be bought on Apple Books. With this post, I shall stop writing the summaries. The blog will still be active for the future reading groups as a site of virtual bookmarks.
I will end this post with a link to a brilliant article on Ulysses. Do read it now or at least before you restart reading Ulysses by James Joyce.
One Thinks of Homer: Oliver St John Gogarty and James Joyce
Greetings
Chandra
The reading stopped at ". . . wait by God . . . " (18.1313)
Note:
- There will be no reading next week on 4th August 2022.
- Reading of Penelope, episode 18, will resume on 11th August 2022 at regular time.
Summary will be posted in a couple of days!
The reading stopped at ". . . down at Lahore . . . " (18.1148)
Summary:
Though Bloom, Boylan and others enter and disappear from Molly's thoughts, it is Milly who occupies most of her mother's mind on these pages. Molly muses about her relationship with her daughter, the stormy time both went through when she was still at home, and how alike both are. Molly guesses that it was on account of her and Boylan that Bloom sent Milly away to Mullingar to work in a photo atelier. In a way she is even jealous of the intimacy between Bloom and Milly even though she knows that it would be to the mother Milly would turn if she has any problem.
Meanwhile without stating it explicitly, Molly has moved to the chamber pot, where she notices that her periods have started. She is glad that he didnt make her pregnant as big as he is but O how the waters come down at Lahore . . .
Stopped at " . . . bee bit him . . ." (18.953)
Summary:
Apart from Molly's musings about Mulvey and how she used to entice him (her blouse was open for his last day), these pages contain multiple hints to Molly and Bloom's financial situation. For instance, while musing about her boyfriends, imagining what her last name would have been if she had married Mulvey and deciding that having Bloom as her last name is better than having Breen, Molly, feeling some wind insider her - just as Bloom did at the end of Sirens, episode 11 - wishes for even a bath itself of her own room, at least own bed so that she would not have to feel his cold feet on her. Releasing the wind in pianissimo, Molly wonders whether it was the pork chop that caused it and decides to buy a nice piece of cod in the morning. She does not like eels because of their bones and she is sick of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys.
There are also typical Molly-spellings on these pages: Vatican instead of viaticum, 18 carrot gold instead of 18 carat gold, consumption instead of consummation, place instead of plaice . . .
The reading stopped at " . . . bottom of the ashpit." (18.747)
Summary:
At this point, Molly is mainly concerned about female and male anatomy, love making, her earlier life in Gibraltar and her loneliness in Dublin.
She thinks of her breasts in particular and breasts in general (curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty . . .) In any case, it is obvious that Molly does not care much for the anatomy of the male either (they hide it with a cabbageleaf . . .) Still she feels as if she is on fire and can hardly wait for Monday when Boylan is supposed to visit her again.
Molly fondly remembers the Stanhope couple she was friends with while she lived in Gibraltar. Mrs Stanhope had given her books such as Moonstone by Wilkie Collins, East Lynne as well as The Shadow of Ashlydyat by Mrs Henry Wood and many more. Mr Stanhope, who was older than his wife was also awfully fond of Molly. After they left Gibraltar, Molly was quite lonely. She thinks of the letter she had got from Mrs Stanhope and her sending a frock from Paris. Molly feels quite lonely in Dublin too. So lonely that she posts letters to herself, letters containing only bits of paper in them. When frseeeeeeeefronnnng, the whistling sound of a train interferes her thoughts, Molly wonders about the poor men that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines . . . In this she comes across as quite a sympathetic person, caring, like Bloom, for people in unenviable.
The reading stopped at " . . . Im sure you were . . . " (18.534)
Summary:
Molly's stream of thoughts we read about on these pages focus mainly on her sexual exploits (Bloom, Boylan, her former boy friends like Gardner in Gibraltar, the incidence in the carriage while on the way home from the Glencree dinner), on her figure, on her singing talent and as well as on the limits imposed on her life by their financial situation.
She recalls an evening she spent with Bloom (before their marriage) when she should have been at home getting dinner for her father. She thinks of her upcoming trip to Belfast with Boylan, her shopping expeditions there with him (... it would be exciting going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city ...). She does know that she could get into trouble going alone with Boylan (... they might bell it round the town in their papers or tell the papers ...) but could not care less about such gossiping people (... O let them all go and smother themselves for the fat lot I care ...) She would like kidfitting corsets to reduce flesh because as she says her belly is a bit too big. Molly too has had enough of the restrictions brought on their life due to lack of money (I always want to throw a handful of tea in the pot measuring and mincing ...).
In the early hours of the morning, lying awake in bed next to a sleeping husband, Molly ruminates on these and various other things . . .