From c8e509b9221eee9ef5d9d40453702e580db58f12 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Ronan Crowley Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 14:48:15 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] Emph to quote --- u01_telemachus.xml | 20 ++++++++++---------- 1 file changed, 10 insertions(+), 10 deletions(-) diff --git a/u01_telemachus.xml b/u01_telemachus.xml index 247b86b..0e54b56 100755 --- a/u01_telemachus.xml +++ b/u01_telemachus.xml @@ -76,8 +76,8 @@ can almost taste it, can't you?

He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. -―God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet -mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. +―God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet +mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.

@@ -299,12 +299,12 @@ glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.

He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of tune with a Cockney accent: -O, won't we have a merry time, +O, won't we have a merry time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine! On coronation, Coronation day! O, won't we have a merry time -On coronation day!

+On coronation day!

Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone, forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there all day, forgotten friendship?

@@ -381,9 +381,9 @@ blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!

Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf: -For old Mary Ann +For old Mary Ann She doesn't care a damn. -But, hising up her petticoats ....

+But, hising up her petticoats ....

He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

The doorway was darkened by an entering form. ―The milk, sir! @@ -454,16 +454,16 @@ and cried: ―A miracle!

He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying: -Ask nothing more of me, sweet. -All I can give you I give.

+Ask nothing more of me, sweet. +All I can give you I give.

Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand. ―We'll owe twopence, he said. ―Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning, sir.

She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender chant: -Heart of my heart, were it more, -More would be laid at your feet.

+Heart of my heart, were it more, +More would be laid at your feet.

He turned to Stephen and said: ―Seriously, Dedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects