Infinite Ulysses
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#12One tidbit of Ulysses is a character wonders if it's possible to cross Dublin without passing a pub. Using OpenStreetMap I figured out that it was http://www.kindle-maps.com/blog/how-to-walk-across-dublin-wi...
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#14One tidbit of Ulysses is a character wonders if it's possible to cross Dublin without passing a pub. Using OpenStreetMap I figured out that it was http://www.kindle-maps.com/blog/how-to-walk-across-dublin-wi...
So you're saying the only way to walk across Dublin without passing a pub is to walk past the Guinness brewery? :)
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#15One tidbit of Ulysses is a character wonders if it's possible to cross Dublin without passing a pub. Using OpenStreetMap I figured out that it was http://www.kindle-maps.com/blog/how-to-walk-across-dublin-wi...
Great piece of work. Four years later and many pubs must have closed...in the UK at least it has been that around 30-50 pubs closing every week. Perhaps there would be more alternative routes across Dublin today?
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#17Love the idea, and hope that it grows into something bigger. For any book of historic, literary or intellectual interest you often need notes, perspectives and connotations. Especially the older a work gets, for even things as the meaning or use of English words can change. For the best books you can sometimes buy annotated versions, but the Genius-approach of annotate anything lends itself particulary well to books.…
With regard to your point about the meaning or use of English words changing, after trying but failing to read Ulysses a few years ago I asked my Grandfather whether he had ever read it (he was born in 1914 and grew up in Dublin). He said he had read it a few times and didn't find it difficult to understand at all since most of the phrases and slang were things people said when he was growing up.
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#19— She's making for Bullock harbour.
The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
— There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today
The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, salt white. Here I am.
Nice website, if a little unresponsive. If it gets just one more person to crack Ulysses and discover the immense beauty of this extraordinary work than it has to have been worth it.