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Ulysses/Proteus

Translation of Ulysses by James Joyce, work in progress. [3, 148] The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage …

Ulysses/Nestor

Translation of Ulysses by James Joyce. [2, 199] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here.As it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a bog: …