It’s Bloomsday 2024!

The book was published 102 years ago but has not aged a single human year.

I’d have loved to spend the day walking around Dublin or my own hometown with some Joyce lunatics raving about the book, but I’m not in Dublin and I know no Joyce fanatic personally, so I’ll celebrate by sharing parts of each chapter that come first to mind:

Telemachus:

“Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.”

(First image: By YvonneM - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, commons.wikimedia.org/w…, Second image: Ulysses Guide, ulyssesguide.com/1-tele…)