-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Улисс
-
- Стр. 342/821
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
*
*
*
Mr
Bloom
turned
over
idly
pages
of
The
Awful
Disclosures
of
Maria
Monk
,
then
of
Aristotle
’
s
Masterpiece
.
Crooked
botched
print
.
Plates
:
infants
cuddled
in
a
ball
in
bloodred
wombs
like
livers
of
slaughtered
cows
.
Lots
of
them
like
that
at
this
moment
all
over
the
world
.
All
butting
with
their
skulls
to
get
out
of
it
.
Child
born
every
minute
somewhere
.
Mrs
Purefoy
.
He
laid
both
books
aside
and
glanced
at
the
third
:
Tales
of
the
Ghetto
by
Leopold
von
Sacher
Masoch
.
—
That
I
had
,
he
said
,
pushing
it
by
.
The
shopman
let
two
volumes
fall
on
the
counter
.
—
Them
are
two
good
ones
,
he
said
.
Onions
of
his
breath
came
across
the
counter
out
of
his
ruined
mouth
.
He
bent
to
make
a
bundle
of
the
other
books
,
hugged
them
against
his
unbuttoned
waistcoat
and
bore
them
off
behind
the
dingy
curtain
.
On
O
’
Connell
bridge
many
persons
observed
the
grave
deportment
and
gay
apparel
of
Mr
Denis
J
Maginni
,
professor
of
dancing
&
c
.
Mr
Bloom
,
alone
,
looked
at
the
titles
.
Fair
Tyrants
by
James
Lovebirch
.
Know
the
kind
that
is
.
Had
it
?
Yes
.
He
opened
it
.
Thought
so
.
