Ulysses
ther Leopold Virag executed in the year 1852 in the portrait
atelier of their (respectively) 1st and 2nd cousin, Stefan Vi-
rag of Szesfehervar, Hungary. An ancient haggadah book
in which a pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted
marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual prayers for
Pessach (Passover): a photocard of the Queen’s Hotel, En-
nis, proprietor, Rudolph Bloom: an envelope addressed: To
My Dear Son Leopold.
What fractions of phrases did the lecture of those five
whole words evoke?
Tomorrow will be a week that I received ... it is no use
Leopold to be ... with your dear mother ... that is not more
to stand ... to her ... all for me is out ... be kind to Athos,
Leopold ... my dear son ... always ... of me ... das Herz ...
Gott ... dein ...
What reminiscences of a human subject suffering from
progressive melancholia did these objects evoke in Bloom?
An old man, widower, unkempt of hair, in bed, with head
covered, sighing: an infirm dog, Athos: aconite, resorted to
by increasing doses of grains and scruples as a palliative of
recrudescent neuralgia: the face in death of a septuagenar-
ian, suicide by poison.
Why did Bloom experience a sentiment of remorse?
Because in immature impatience he had treated with
disrespect certain beliefs and practices.
As?
The prohibition of the use of fleshmeat and milk at one
meal: the hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately ab-
stract, perfervidly concrete mercantile coexreligionist