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In the two long hours it takes to slog through Terry Gilliam's overblown 'Twelve Monkeys' you can watch Chris Marker's sublime masterpiece 'La Jetée' (on which the Gilliam film was based) four times. Which is what I plan to do if I'm ever invited to watch 'Twelve Monkeys' again.

Some more photographs of last week's Dada Cabaret at the James Joyce Centre in Dublin. Thanks to all who came!

"I groaned​ my way through The Emperor of Gladness. I writhed. I felt real despair every time I forced myself to open the covers. It was one of the worst ordeals of my reading life." The multiple quotes are indeed brutal, but clearly necessary and land well. Yet Madonna admires him, so there's that

'Buses on curtailment' is meaningless. Transport for London might have said: "Reduced W7 from this stop to Finsbury Park. Buses from Finsbury Park will run via Bounds Green and take 15 minutes longer. There is no 144 service from this stop. Take the next W7 and change at the foot of Muswell Hill."

Joyce's death mask? A surprising number of these are in circulation, and there's an essay on this complicated situation in my 'Multiple Joyce' (2022) www.theguardian.com/travel/2025/...

So Alexander Pope is now a 'forgotten genius'? Thanks BBC.

Excellent statement. Something the Labour leadership could learn from. www.durhamminers.org/statement_du...

Extraordinary private collection coming up for auction contains many Ruskin items www.sworder.co.uk/auction/deta...

Close to midnight as Stephen (followed by Bloom) heads to Nighttown, Bloom purchasing a pig's crubeen and a sheep's trotter from a butcher's shop. I am also off to Nighttown, so no further Bloomsday posts from me, but I'll take a last look at the heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit

What was this obnoxious git doing in the Groucho? Was he a member? I thought the place was exclusively for talented coked-up creative practitioners, not drunken groping Tory backbenchers.

It's after 10pm and we're in the Holles Street maternity hospital, where the medical students are carousing along with a drunk Stephen Dedalus, and Bloom arrives to ask after Mina Purefoy, currently in labour.

Among the many beauties of Joseph Strick's 'Ulysses' (1967) is the visual record it offers of Dublin in the year it was shot, a Dublin long lost and even more remote from us today than Joyce's Dublin was in 1967.

Among the multiple beautioes and satisfactions of Joseph Stricks film 'Ulysses' (1967) is the visual record it offers of Dublin in the 1960s, a city as remote in time and substance as Joyce's Dublin was at the time the film was shot.

It's around now that Mr Bloom indulges in a covert act of self-pollution on Sandymount Strand, and the fireworks go off.

I feel like the dubious schoolmaster Captain Grimes in Waugh's 'Decline and Fall' who is forever 'in the soup' but is one day unexpectedly offered a plum job in a brewery, but (alas) too late to avoid marriage to the headmaster's fearsome daughter Flossy. Good luck to whoever lands this gig.

And this year, like every year, is the year I continue not to read chortling smart-arse philistine take downs of this great novel. We've had to put up with the same dull crowd-pleasing take since 1922. Enough already.

After 5pm and Bloom is now in the pub about to cross swords with the bigot racist nationalist Citizen

EURELAND [Europe Minor] & JAMES JOYCE. I picked this up in Dublin in 1982 (Joyce's centenary year). The artists are (pseudonymously?) Paul Jacobs Vobiscuits and Fritz Maats Masteskippey, from Groningen in The Netherlands. Does anyone know anything about them?

We're at the point in the 'Ulysses' timeline when Blazes Boylan and Molly Bloom have their hectic and adulterous cavort on the marital bed in Eccles Street.