So much for my plan to read 30 pages a day - I've only got two weeks left of the Readathon and over 700 pages left! Egad.
Well, not much has happened in the last 40 pages, Leopold is still at the funeral and they've just buried Dignam's body. We have found out, though, that Bloom's father committed suicide by poisoning himself. Bloom thinks a bit about how all the blood and maggots and other lovely things in the soil must benefit the Botanic Gardens over the fence. Also, a strange man in a mackintosh turns up in the churchyard to watch the coffin being buried, but disappears before the caretaker can take down his name. (Bloom notes that his presence makes the number of people at the funeral an unlucky 13; I have vague hopes some kind of Return of Zombie Dignam storyline may occur as a result but am not holding my breath).
I hope the funeral finishes soon, I'm a bit over it. I might write another thesis on Ulysses, because you can never have too many, proposing a new structure to replace that boring old one about the Odyssey. Chapter 1 would be the Shaving Chapter, Chapter 2 the Funeral Chapter and, well, we'll have to see what excitements Chapter 3 brings.
I'd better read a bit more now...
Ooky bit:
I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpse manure, bones, flesh, mails, charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink, decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, treacle oozing out of them...(p137)
Phrase to bring into popular usage:
It's as uncertain as a child's bottom (said about the weather, page 112)
Sunday, July 18, 2004
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