Bloomsday Dialogue

Boccaccio: "Poldy, my friend,
you don't have a birthday in Wikipedia,
just the year of birth. How cometh?"

Bloom: "Boccia, my friend,: Happy Birthday!
How cometh you've been dead for 649 years?"

Boccaccio: "Aren't we all mortal?"

Bloom (smiling softly): "Not all of us".

Boccaccio: ?

Bloom: "Because June 16th, 1904, I became immortal."

Giovanni Boccaccio (16 June 1313 – 21 December 1375)

Leopold Bloom * 1866

Bloomsday 

Ulyssses 

James Joyce

Another Bloomsday

Sláinte.

 

Our Civilisation

"Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence."

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

The master himself

James Joyce reading an excerpt from the Aeolus episode. Recorded in 1924.

Those were the days – 16 June, 1954

Bloomsday

Ulysses

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Bloomsday, not Joyceday

Thus spake Leopold:
If it were to honour Joyce
it would be Joyceday.

Bloomsday

Mr. Bloom's tiny Gratification

It's not Joyceday.

Ulysses Documentary

Molly Bloom's 110th 33rd

I'd not easily offer links thrice. However, exceptions exist to be made. And today there is a good reason to make one.

It's Mrs. Bloom's 143th birthday, thus she's now 105 years older than her husband uses to be since June 16th, 1904.

'Uses to be'? Well, in a most vivid dialogue I had the pleasure to witness some time ago, Mr. Bloom vehemently insisted on still being 38. Being asked to give evidence he said: 'cause June 16th 1904 I became immortal.

Thus, de facto the eternal Mrs. Bloom today is celebrating her 110th 33rd.

Happy birthday then, Lady Molly, and may I say: You're looking younger than ever. Younger than ever. :)


Here's to enjoyce, as thus spake Molly: