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 by the mild morning air…
This is definitely not the Friday Fillip. It is, however, a reminder that today is Bloomsday, the day when we celebrate the fact that Leopold Bloom meandered through Dublin on June 16, 1904, James Joyce at his heels recording it all for posterity in Ulysses.
We’re lucky in Canada that works published during Joyce’s lifetime, as was Ulysses, are now in the public domain and beyond the clutches of his grandson, Stephen Joyce, who famously interferred with the centenary Bloomsday reading of Ulysses in Dublin because of that country’s copyright legislation.
“Canada and Australia – All editions of Joyce’s works published during his lifetime entered the public domain as of the end of 1991. Posthumously published works entered or will enter the public domain 50 years (Canada) or 70 years (Australia) after the end of the calendar year in which they were first published. [But] [i]n January 2005, a U.S.–Australia Free Trade Agreement extended certain copyright terms in Australia. This extension did not affect works, such as Joyce’s lifetime-published editions, that had entered the Australian public domain prior to January 2005.”
So read away and read aloud and readwritewhenever only readingit readily.
If you can’t find a copy of Ulysses in your firm’s library you can find one online at Finnegan’s Web, thanks to Canada’s Trent University.
…and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.