All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay … [Leer más...]
33º JORNADAS JAMES JOYCE. ENSAMBLAJES MODERNISTAS AYER Y HOY. Reseña de Marta Camacho en UN PLIEGO DE PAPEL
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476. 13-19 Pero si el muerto es Shaun, aka Yawn!
And a crack quat- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the … [Leer más...]
476.08-13 Bu eyes lo ven bien
The buckos beyond on the lea, then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- awake … [Leer más...]