The Original Text of Ulysses Joyce

1On June 6th, 904, Stephen Dedalus and his friend who rented a turret had breakfast and decided not to come back. After giving a history lesson to a private elementary school student, he came to the seaside and imagined. At the same time, Bloom, a Jewish advertising broker, guessed from the letters he received that his wife was going to date her lover in the afternoon, so he began to wander around all day after breakfast. He first went to the post office to retrieve the love letter sent by the typist Martha, and then attended the funeral of his friend Dignam. After the funeral, he went to the newspaper to carry out advertising business, went to the library to look for information, and met Stephen twice. At that time, Stephen was preaching his views on Shakespeare's plays in the library. In the afternoon, Bloom heard Stephen's father Simon Dedalus sing in a bar, was attacked by a national chauvinist nicknamed "citizen" in another bar, and was teased by a lame girl Gertie on the beach. During the one-day trip, he met Bojland several times who wanted to date his wife, but he avoided it. When he was visiting his friend's wife in a maternity hospital, he met Stephen and a medical student who was drinking heavily. Out of concern for Stephen, he followed them to the brothel, helped Stephen to go home after being beaten by two British soldiers, and talked with him for a long time. Bloom went to bed after Stephen left. His wife Molly was awakened and started a monologue.

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Dollard's voice was as urgent as a bassoon, drowning out their bombarded harmony:

When crazy love fascinates me ...

Benjamin's thunderous voice shook the house, making the skylight glass tremble and love tremble.

"War! War! " Father Cowley shouted, "You are a warrior."

"That's right," said the soldier Ben with a smile. "I was just thinking about your landlord. Whether it's love or money. "

He stopped. He shook his beard on his big face for his big mistake.

"At your volume," Mr. Dedalus said in his cigarette, "you're sure to burst her eardrum, man."

Dollard shook his beard and laughed at the keyboard. He can do it.

"Don't say another layer of membrane," Cowley father added, "take a deep breath. Affectionate, but not too much. Let me play. "

Miss Kennedy brought two large glasses of cold dark beer to the two gentlemen. She said hello. The first gentleman said, this is really a good weather. They are drinking cold and strong dark beer. Does she know where the governor is going? Have you ever heard the sound of hooves? No, she's not sure. But at the moment. Oh, don't disturb her. No trouble. She shook the Independent and went to the governor. Her high bun moved slowly, looking for the governor. The first gentleman said it was too much trouble. No, it's no trouble at all. He just stared at it. Governor. Blonde hair next to brown hair, heard the sound of shoes and steel.

..... when I fell in love,

Don't worry about tomorrow.

Bloom stirred mashed potatoes in the liver juice. Love and war-some people are like this. Ben Dollard is famous. One night, he came to borrow an evening dress for the concert. Pants are tight on him like drums. A musical pig. After he went out, Molly smiled for a while. She fell on her back on the bed, screaming and kicking. Isn't this an exhibition of all his things? Ah, saint in the sky, I'm really sweating! Ah, what a nice woman sitting in the first row! Ah, I've never laughed so hard! Well, that's how he made that deep barrel sound. Like those eunuchs. Who is playing the piano? Nice charm. It must be Cowley, with musical qualities. You can understand anything you play. But he has bad breath, poor man. The piano stopped playing.

The charming Miss Duse, Lydia Deuce, bowed to a gentleman who came in, the amiable junior lawyer George Lidwell. Hello. She held out the hand of a wet senior lady, and he held it tightly. Hello. Yes, she's back. Busy with work again.

"Your friend is in there, Mr. Lidwell."

The amiable George Leadwell held a sexy hand, as if he had been tempted.

As mentioned earlier, Bloom ate the liver. At least it's clean here In Burton, this guy used his gums to treat cartilage. There's nobody here. Except goulding and me. Clean tablecloths, flowers, and napkins that look like bishops' crowns. Pat, let's go. Bald pat. Doing nothing. It's the best and cheapest in Dublin.

Playing the piano again. That's Cowley. When he sits facing the piano, the image is integrated with it and understands each other. Those shallow and boring musicians fiddled with the strings. Staring at one end of the bow and playing the cello like a saw reminds you of a toothache. She snores loudly and long. That night we sat in the box, and during the intermission, the trombone gasped like dolphins below; Another brass player turned the screw and poured out the accumulated spittle. The conductor's legs are dancing jig in loose pants. It is right to hide them.

The two-wheeled buggy galloped away.

Only the harp. Lovely and brilliant golden light. The girl fiddled with it. Lovely ass, but very suitable for dipping in gravy. The ship of gold. Irene. The harp was touched once or twice. Cold hands. Mount Hoth, azaleas. We are their harps. Me. Male ... old. Young

"Oh, I can't, man." Mr. Dedalus said timidly and listlessly.

You have to use a tough tone.

"Let it go, damn it!" Ben Dollard shouted, "Break it into small pieces."

"Love now, Simon." Father Cowley said.

He took a few big steps under the stage, with a serious expression and his long arms spread out sadly. His Adam's apple makes a slight sound. He sang "The Last Farewell" softly to a dusty seascape painting. A promontory, a ship, with the ups and downs of the solitary sail. See you later. Lovely girl. Her veil was blown by the wind and fluttered to the headland.

Cowley sings:

Love visits now,

Grab my eyes. ...

Girls don't listen to Cowley's songs. She waved her veil to her departed lover, to the wind, to love, to the flying sails and to the returning people.

"Play it, Simon."

"Well, my heyday is really over, Ben ... here ..."

Mr. Dedalus put his pipe next to the tuning fork, sat down and touched the obedient keyboard.

"No, Simon," said Father Cowley, turning around, "play according to the original music. A flat number. "

The keyboard obediently becomes higher, telling, hesitating, confessing and losing.

Father Cowley took the first big step on the stage.

"Hey, Simon, I'll stay with you," he said. "get up."

The brisk two-wheeled carriage hobbled past Graham Lemmon's pineapple-flavored hard candy store and Elvira's elephant store.

Bloom and goulding sat down like princes, eating steak, kidney, liver and mashed potatoes, and eating meals suitable for princes. They drink Bauer whisky and cider at dinner like princes.

Ricky said that this is the most beautiful piece written for Tenor: Sleepwalker. One night, he heard Joe Mars singing. Ah, McGovern is really something! That's right. Have their own unique way. The smell of junior choir. The boy's name is Mars. Popular teenagers. It can be said that he is a lyric tenor. I will never forget it after listening to it, never.

After the liver was destroyed, Bloom ate the leftover steak and looked at the stretched face opposite him sympathetically. He has a backache. Bright eyes of patients with Brett's disease. The next item on the program. Pay the piper. Pills, like toys made of bread crumbs, are a box of guineas. We'll talk about it later. Sing: among the dead. Kidney cake. Good flowers for you. You can't make much money. It's worth it. Bauer's whisky tastes very picky: what glass is broken? It needs to be replaced with a glass of water. In order to save some money, I fished some boxes of matches from the counter. Then squander a gold pound. When it comes to payment, I won't get a penny. Even if you are drunk, you won't give money to the carriage. What a strange guy.

Ricky will never forget that night. As long as he lives, he won't forget it. On the top floor of the old royal theater, with a little anger. As soon as the first note is played.

Ricky swallowed something on his lips.

Now the big lie is coming. Whatever you say is exaggerated. Believe your own lies. I really believe it. Tian Zi's number one liar. But what he lacks is a good memory.

"What music is that?" Leopold Bloom asked.

"'Now everything is gone'."

Ricky pursed his mouth. The lovely stubborn girl whispered a low overture: everything. A thrush. A thrush. His breath is as sweet as a bird's song, and between his proud teeth, he sings sadness and distress in a flute-like voice. I lost it. The voice is mellow. At this time, the two tones merged. I heard the chirping of thrush in Hawthorn Valley. It took my key, rubbed it and changed it. Sounds that are too novel disappear into everything. Echo. What a melodious echo! How did that happen? Now everything is gone. He whistled sadly. Collapse, surrender, disappear.

Bloom stuck the tassel of the lace table mat under the vase and pricked up leopard-print ears. Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely music She came to him in her sleepwalking. Innocent girl bathed in moonlight. Brave. Don't understand the danger they face. But let's keep her. Call her name. Touch the water. A brisk two-wheeled carriage hobbled along. It is too late. She is eager to go. That's why. Woman. It is easier to intercept seawater. Yes, everything is gone.

"A wonderful piece of music," Bloom said, and Leopold got carried away. "I am familiar with it."

Ricky Golding never ...

And he knows that. May have realized it. Still talking about his daughter. Dedalus once said, "Only a clever daughter can know her father." What about me?

Bloom squinted at the place where his liver was eaten up on the plate. The face of a man who has lost everything. This Ricky used to be addicted to partying. His tricks are out of date now. What ear? Peek through the napkin ring. Now he has sent a letter of accusation to his son. Cross-eyed Walter said, Dad, I did it, Dad. I don't want to trouble you, but I want to receive some money. Defend yourself.

Playing the piano again. The timbre is better than what I heard last time. It may be adjusted. It stopped again.

Dollard and Cowley are still urging the suspicious singer to sing.

"Come on, Simon."

"Come on, Simon."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am deeply grateful to your for his kindness."

"Come on, Simon."

"I don't weigh money, but if you are willing to listen, I will sing a sad song for everyone."

In the shadow of the curtain, beside the bell-shaped sandwich container, Lydia inserted a rose in her chest. The elegant style of a brown-haired lady flickers; Mina tied her hair in a high bun and immersed herself in cold, silver light green and blue, as well as in front of two customers wearing big glasses.

The prelude melody is over. The long-delayed * * * seemed to be expecting something and disappeared.

When I first saw that beautiful posture,

Ricky turned around.

"The voice of Lucy Dedalus." He said.

Their minds are full of excitement and joy, and their cheeks are flushed. When listening, they will feel a feeling of admiration flowing through their skin, limbs, heart, soul and back. Bloom gestured to Pat, who was hard of hearing, to leave the bar door ajar. The door of the bar. That's it. That's enough. Pat, the waiter, ordered there because he stood at the door and couldn't hear clearly.

My sadness seems to have disappeared.

A deep voice came from the silent air. It's not raining, nor is the leaves rustling; It doesn't sound like a string, it doesn't sound like a reed, and it doesn't sound like what it's called-Duximaqin; Touch their quiet ears with lyrics to remind them of their past lives in peace. Well, it's worth listening to. As soon as they heard it, their sadness seemed to disappear separately. When they-Ricky and Bertie-were at a loss when they first saw the beautiful goddess, for the first time, they heard the words of tender attachment, affection and infinite lingering from the mouths of people they never thought of.

Love is singing. Old sweet love songs. Bloom slowly untied the elastic band on his bag. Old sweet blonde hair with a ring lover. Bloom wound the rubber band around the four forked fingers, stretched it, loosened it, then wound it around the uneasy fingers for two, four and eight times, and then tightened it.

Full of hope and joy ...

Tenors can get dozens of women. So their voices will be loud. Women threw flowers at his feet. When can we meet? This makes me dizzy. It rang and laughed. He can't just sing for the top hat. Spraying perfume for him will make you dizzy. What kind of perfume does your wife use? I want to know. Hey, hey, it stopped. Knock on the door. She always takes one last look in the mirror before opening the door. Hall. Ah, coming! How are you? I'm fine. There? What? Or is it? Her handbag is full of mouthparts and sweets for kissing. Do you want it? Touch her fullness. ...

Alas, the song is high and widowed, sighed and changed his tune. Loud, full, brilliant and proud.

Dream shattered, empty ...

He still has a beautiful voice. Cork people sing softly, even with a local accent. Fool! I could have earned a sailing fee. Singing the wrong lyrics. His wife was exhausted alive. Now he is singing backwards. However, it is hard to say. Only the two of them are together. As long as he doesn't collapse, you can still run out along the tree-lined road His limbs are also singing. Have a drink. The nerves are too tight. In order to sing, you must eat and drink moderately. Jenny Linde's soup: raw juice, perilla leaves, raw eggs, half a pint of cream. A rich, dreamy voice.

Tender feelings and sweet feelings surged up. Slowly, expanding and throbbing. That's a penis. Ha, here it is! Answer it! Jumping, standing proudly.

Lyrics? Music? No, it's what's behind.

Bloom rolled it up, loosened it, tied a knot and untied it again.

Bloom. The secret heat flow of swallowing, enjoying and licking light has become music, lust, letting love flow, and invading in order to lick the flowing things. Push her down, touch her, pat her and hold her down. Ram pores swell and expand. That happiness, that feeling, that intimacy. A torrent rolled down from the gate. Flood, torrent, high tide, torrent of joy, ram vibration. Ah! The language of love.

A glimmer of hope,

Cheerful. Lydia, the goddess, is a lady who speaks to Lidwell in a shrill voice. I can't hear your voice, because the dawn of hope is drowned.

It's Marta. Coincidence. I'm about to write a letter. Lionel's song. Your name is lovely. Can't write. Please accept this small gift from me. Playing with her heartstrings and the straps of her purse. She is a ... I used to call you a naughty boy. But this name: Martha. How strange! Today.

Lionel's voice came back, weaker than before, but not tired. Once again, it was sung to Ricky, Polti, Lydia and Leadville, and also to Pat, who was waiting for customers with his mouth and ears open. How he caught a glimpse of the graceful figure for the first time, how the sadness seemed to disappear, how her eyes, charm and conversation fascinated Gould and Lidwell, and how she won the heart of Pat Bloom.

But I wish I could see his face. The meaning is more clear. Now I understand why the barber always looks at my face when I speak to myself in the mirror in Draege Barber Shop. It's a little far, but I can hear it more clearly here than in the bar.

Meet your bright eyes in Wen Ya. ...

The night I first met matt dillon in Tania. She is wearing a bright yellow dress with black mesh. Music chair. It's just the two of us in the end. Fate. I chased her. Fate. Turn around slowly. Turn quickly. Both of us. Where is everyone looking? Stop. She sat down. The eliminated looked at each other. Everyone was grinning. Bright yellow knees.

My eyes are confused. ...

Sing. She sang Waiting. I turned over the music for her. Wide range, fragrant. Your lilac tree, what brand of perfume. I see the chest, the sides are so full, and my throat is shaking. When I first met her, she thanked me. Why did she ... What about me? Fate. Spanish eyes. At this moment, in ancient Madrid, dolores-she, dolores, is under the pear tree of the Intermediate People's Court. Look at me. Seduce. Ah, it's tempting.

Marta. Ah, Marta!

Lionel got rid of all the depression in his heart and sang a sad song, calling for the return of his lover with a deeper, higher and more harmonious powerful * * *. Lionel's lonely call, she should understand; Marta should have noticed. Because she is the only one he is waiting for. Where is it? Here, there; Try there, here; Try everywhere. Where is it? Somewhere.

Come back, you lost!

Come back, dear you!

Loneliness, only love. The only hope. My only comfort. Marta, boobs, come back!

Come back!

The sound is flying, a bird keeps flying, and its cry is fast and clear. Wandering, silver ball; It jumps calmly, quickly and continuously. Don't delay too long, he is full of confidence and can live a long life. Flying high, shining high, burning, wearing a crown, flying high in the glory of symbols, high in the arms of the emperor, high in the vast and supreme light, everything flies around everything, endlessly and endlessly. ...

Come back to me!

Theobald!

Exhausted.

Oh, well done. Everybody clap. She should have come. Come to me, find him, find her, and you, me and us.

"Wonderful!" Bang bang bang. "It's amazing, very good, Simon." Scratching. "One more!" Cracks. It's loud. "Wonderful, Simon!" Scratch. "One more!" Let's clap again. Ben Dollard, Lydia Duse, George Lidwell, Pat, Mina, the gentleman with two goblets in front of him, Cowley, the first gentleman with a goblet, Miss Duse, the brunette, Miss Mina, the blonde waitress, all kept talking, talking on the phone and clapping.

Blaser Bojland's fashionable brown leather shoes walk on the floor of the bar, as has been said before. As another man said, the light two-wheeled carriage staggered past the statues of Sir John Gray, horatio nelson with one arm and the Reverend Theodore Matthew. The horse is trotting, it's hot, and it's hot sitting there. That clock. The ring. That clock. The ring. The mare slowed down a little and walked slowly along the hill next to the rotunda in Rutland Square. The mare waddled along. It's too slow for high-spirited Bojland and eager Bojland.

Cowley's accompaniment ended, and the lingering sound disappeared into the interesting air.

(translated by Xiao Gan and Wen Jieruo)

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Ulysses is the masterpiece of Irish writer James Joyce, and it has also been rated as the best English novel in the 20th century by the modern series editorial board of Random House. When this work was first published, it was banned in Britain, the United States and Ireland, and American magazines that serialized this work were also fined. When this book was first published in Shakespeare's Bookstore in Paris, some people even bought it with veils. It was not until 1933 that Judge John woolsey announced the lifting of the ban on Ulysses in the United States. From 65438 to 0999, British critics recognized that this masterpiece, which was alternately created by poetic and erotic descriptions, was the most important work in the future 100.

In fact, there is no dramatic plot in Ulysses. The only slightly dramatic content, the ambiguous relationship between the protagonist Bloom's wife Molly and her lover Bojland, is also used as background material. Besides, Ulysses has no distinct philosophy. 1June, 904, an unremarkable day, was an activity in Dublin, the capital of Ireland. The characters evaluated and thought about life and society through their inner monologues, just like life itself. However, unlike most literary works, Joyce made a very delicate, true and beautiful record of this ordinary life, which can be said to be the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival in the literary field, combining the overall social breadth with the local meticulous and vivid harmony. At the same time, this work, like life itself, seems ordinary but profound, sometimes vulgar and sometimes elegant. Stephen's indifference and Bloom's love seem to be platitudes, and there are many similarities in the history of literature, but they contain the true meaning of life. Joyce's description of his complex emotions, especially makes these ordinary human emotions show profundity and eternity. On the other hand, unlike those sentimental and melodramatic works, vulgarity is undisguised in Ulysses, which is almost the most secret and vulgar side of human beings. When elegant, it shows the author's superb literary talent, and it is picturesque and fragrant after reading.

Bloom heard Stephen's father Simon Dedalus sing in Osmond Bar, which fully reflected the characteristics of Ulysses, vulgar and profound, vulgar and elegant. Judging from the plot, this passage is just an ordinary fragment of Bloom's one-day roaming, which has no influence on the plot development or the development of characters' thoughts. Moreover, this clip only describes the feeling of listening to songs, without any dramatic factors. However, first of all, from the content of singing, the love and war of Ben Dollard and the loss and call of Simon Dedalus' love are eternal themes in human history for thousands of years. In his last book, finnigan's Wake, Joyce summarized human history as sex and war. The loss and call of love is exactly the portrayal of Bloom's current mood.

However, what is more prominent in this passage is Joyce's artistic skills used here. In fact, unlike Joyce's early works, the most outstanding feature of Ulysses lies in its innovation, diversity and perfection in artistic techniques. If the theme of Ulysses is as ordinary as the earth but eternal, then its artistic skills are as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. In Ulysses, Joyce tried many styles and techniques, and each chapter changed with the change of content. The combination of newspaper, drama, catechism, inner monologue, parody and scene montage is as dazzling as a kaleidoscope. Joyce uses so many styles, not only to show off skills or play word games, but also to make the form of the work directly echo the theme of the work, and the styles of some chapters even express deeper meanings than the narrative content itself. For example, the background of the seventh chapter is a newspaper, and the whole chapter adopts newspaper style, with bold title and short description; The background of chapter 14 is that women give birth in hospitals. This chapter also uses various styles of English literature from ancient times to the present, echoing the development process of human beings from embryo to the 20th century. In addition to this echo with the theme, the stylistic innovation of some chapters also constitutes another theme that is parallel to or complementary to the plot. For example, Chapter 12 criticizes the one-sided national chauvinism of "citizens". The style of this chapter uses solemn old styles, such as the epic style, legal style or sentimental style of American writer washington irving, and the vulgar oral style that imitates the narrator to repeat the same event, thus reflecting the different views that different styles may give to the same event. This contrast shows that the style itself contains one-sided perspectives and positions, and the narrative style itself may also have an impact on people's vision of the world. Therefore, this chapter is not only a one-sided criticism of the concept (content), but also a one-sided criticism of the way of thinking itself. Another example is the chapter 13, which criticizes the vanity and affectation of the girl Gertie not only through the plot, but also through the style of artificial women magazine used by Gertie. At the same time, the use of this women's magazine also implies that Gertie's defects are not so much her personality defects as the negative influence of those vulgar and sentimental literature. In a word, the theme of Ulysses exists not only in its plot, but also in its narrative form.

Chapter 1 1 selected here also adopts unique artistic techniques but echoes the theme. Because this chapter describes singing and listening to songs, it also imitates music fugue in structure, and adopts multi-voice counterpoint method to organize the whole chapter according to prelude, presentation, insertion, expansion, reproduction and conclusion. At the same time, in terms of words and syntax, it also breaks the grammatical norms, and directly obtains musical effects from sentences through word deformation and ungrammatical sentences. In addition, the musical form of this chapter directly echoes the theme of this chapter. This chapter happened when Bloom's wife Molly and her lover Boland agreed to date at Bloom's house. Bloom knew this and thought about it for a day. Therefore, in this chapter, Bloom's emotions are the most complicated: indignation, anger, jealousy, sadness, shame, helplessness, and longing for his wife ... The so-called "knowing what he knows is difficult to spread hatred, unlike the truth of the pipa". Compared with words, music is good at expressing vague and subtle emotions, so the musical form of this chapter is more precise and meticulous about the feelings of characters than the emotional content.

For example, "Bloom. Swallow warmly, be happy, lick this secret heat flow. " This passage shows the sense of visual and auditory fluidity, which is not only the flow of music melody that Bloom is listening to, but also the pentium of the passion that Bloom is aroused in his body. First of all, the length and repetition of sentences are based on the rhythm of music, and the words used also have a smooth musical effect; The intermittent repetition of three "tups" (meaning "ram") symbolizes the drums in music on the one hand and Bloom's heartbeat on the other. The vowels of "tipping", "tepping", "taping" and "topping" are getting stronger and stronger, which shows that Bloom's lust is getting stronger and stronger with the music. "The joy the feel the warm the" (that kind of joy, that kind of feeling, that kind of intimacy, that kind) is an urgent board in music, but emotionally it shows complex feelings and unspeakable feelings. In short, Joyce directly appeals to the senses by mobilizing the audio-visual factors of the text, and vividly shows the environment and artistic conception without leaving a trace.

After Simon Dedalus sang the last sentence, the word "seapaul De" written by Simon Dedalus and Leopold Bloom shows that this aria is actually a duet: on the one hand, it is the aria of Simon Dedalus, on the other hand, it is the heart song of Leopold Bloom; On the one hand, it is the flow of music melody, on the other hand, it is the * * * flow caused by Bloom's association to his wife Molly. Here, the elegance of music and the vulgarity of * * * are harmoniously combined. At the same time, two people are in different spaces, Simon is deep in the bar and Bloom is outside the bar, but they echo each other. And one is Stephen's physical father, and the other is Stephen's spiritual father. Although they don't know each other, they are integrated here through music.

From here, we can fully see Joyce's complexity and exquisite artistic skills. Every word, every detail, seemingly ordinary, actually has profound aesthetic considerations. From this point of view, although Joyce's early work The Portrait of a Young Artist is famous for its exquisiteness and perfection, in fact, Ulysses is no less exquisite than the former, but its grand social picture and its intention to truly reproduce the trivial details of social life cover up its formal choice of words and elaborate and ingenious ideas. If only poetry, a style with limited space, can be carefully considered word by word, then Ulysses can even be said to be an exquisite poem with the social breadth of fiction. Reading the original English text of Ulysses, especially Ulysses, we can feel its cobblestone-like words and symphony-like rich melody, and realize how Joyce conveys indescribable feelings with the most concise and accurate words, and appreciate the colorful society in a short space. This is indeed an artistic enjoyment.

(Dai Congrong)