Joyce

Вимова слова Bloomsday

Вимова слова Nora Barnacle

Вимова слова Adaline Erlbacher Glasheen

Вимова слова tranquil brightness

Вимова слова Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.

Вимова слова Crumbs adhered to the tissues of his lips.

Вимова слова By his elbow a delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy.

Вимова слова They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling.

Вимова слова an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes

Вимова слова A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel.

Вимова слова What was the end of Pyrrhus?

Вимова слова mirthless high malicious laughter

Вимова слова He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text.

Вимова слова A dull ease of the mind

Вимова слова A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel.

Вимова слова They lend ear.

Вимова слова Thought is the thought of thought.

Вимова слова They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them.

Вимова слова The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of all forms.

Вимова слова They are not to be thought away.