If you are among the millions who started reading Ulysses, James Joyce's opus magnum, but are not among the dozens who actually finished the dang thing, here is your chance.
Take five minutes to listen to and follow the text below of the final 50 lines of Molly Bloom's closing soliloquy read by award winning Irish actress, Angeline Ball. Thank me later.
God of heaven theres nothing like
nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful
country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the
fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes
and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of
the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God
I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go
and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call
themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling
for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on
account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first
person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that
they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the
sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying
among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat
the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out
of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that
long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes
so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his
life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I
saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round
him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to
say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I
was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester
and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I
say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in
front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil
half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall
combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and
the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the
fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping
half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the
steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands
of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings
asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old
windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the
iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we
missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and
O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire
and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all
the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the
rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a
girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair
like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I
asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say
yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down
to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like
mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
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