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God made the country man the tune.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Ellefti kafli Ulysses er kenndur vi\u00f0 s\u00edrenurnar. S\u00f6gu\u00fer\u00e1\u00f0urinn hj\u00e1 H\u00f3mer er sirka \u00feannig a\u00f0 gy\u00f0jan Kirka, sem r\u00e1\u00f0leggur \u00d3dysseifi \u00e1 fer\u00f0um s\u00ednum, bi\u00f0ur hann a\u00f0 g\u00e6ta s\u00edn \u00feegar hann siglir hj\u00e1 eyjunni \u00fear sem s\u00edrenurnar b\u00faa. Vi\u00f0v\u00f6run \u00feessi hlj\u00f3mar svo \u00ed fornyr\u00f0islags\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingu Sveinbjarnar (sem ver\u00f0ur stundum a\u00f0 f\u00e1 a\u00f0 vera me\u00f0): <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fyrst muntu, fr\u00e6gr
fylkir, koma
s\u00e6tr\u00f3ma\u00f0ra
S\u00edrena til.
Una\u00f0sfullum \u00fe\u00e6r
\u00f3mi sei\u00f0a
f\u00edra hvern,
er \u00feeirra fund s\u00e6kir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ef einhverr \u00f3v\u00f6rum
at \u00feeim kemr,
ok r\u00f3m S\u00edrena
s\u00e6tan heyrir,
honum heim komnum
hvorki munu
b\u00f6rn n\u00e9 be\u00f0ja
\u00e1 b\u00e6 fagna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dev\u00ed S\u00edrenur
sitja \u00ed grasi
og seggi sei\u00f0a
saungva hreimi;
ok h\u00e1 hr\u00faga
hj\u00e1 \u00feeim liggr
skinna skorpinna,
beina skinnina,
seggja, er seiddir
saungvi snj\u00f6llum
\u00e1 foldu \u00fear
f\u00fanat hafa. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Kirka m\u00e6list til \u00feess a\u00f0 \u00d3dysseifur br\u00e6\u00f0i hunang og hafi \u00ed eyrum s\u00e9r me\u00f0an hann siglir hj\u00e1 eyjunni. \u00d3dysseifur er hins vegar forvitinn og l\u00edfs\u00feyrstur ma\u00f0ur og vill heyra \u00feennan fagra s\u00f6ng svo hann breg\u00f0ur \u00e1 \u00fea\u00f0 r\u00e1\u00f0 a\u00f0 br\u00e6\u00f0a hunang \u00ed eyru manna sinna og l\u00e1ta \u00fe\u00e1 sj\u00e1 um siglinguna \u2013\u00a0og binda sig vi\u00f0 siglutr\u00e9\u00f0 svo hann geti ekki skipt s\u00e9r af. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hj\u00e1 Joyce erum vi\u00f0 n\u00fdsloppinn fr\u00e1 Skellibj\u00f6rgum, sem f\u00f3lust \u00ed siglingu um Dyflinni alla, stukkum milli hausa hinna \u00f3l\u00edku pers\u00f3na og fylgdum einhverjum \u00feeirra \u00e1 fer\u00f0alagi um borgina \u2013\u00a0ekki s\u00edst landstj\u00f3runum sem fara um borgina \u00ed hestvagni og sj\u00e1 allar pers\u00f3nurnar aftur \u00e1 lei\u00f0 sinni. N\u00fa gerist d\u00e1l\u00edti\u00f0 \u00f3venjulegt \u00ed b\u00f3kinni: N\u00e6sti kafli hefst \u00fear sem \u00feeim s\u00ed\u00f0asta lauk og \u00e1 sama sta\u00f0. \u00dea\u00f0 er ekkert hopp \u00ed t\u00edma e\u00f0a r\u00fami. \u00cd lokabroti Skellibjarga s\u00e1um vi\u00f0 fr\u00f6ken Douce og fr\u00f6ken Kennedy (sem \u00e9g kalla\u00f0i \u00e1rei\u00f0anlega b\u00e1\u00f0ar \u201efr\u00fa\u201c \u00ed yfirfer\u00f0 s\u00ed\u00f0asta kafla og mun sj\u00e1lfsagt laga) sem st\u00f3\u00f0u \u00fati \u00ed glugga \u00e1 Ormondh\u00f3telinu og fylgdust me\u00f0 fylkingunni aka hj\u00e1. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fr\u00f6ken Lydia Douce er l\u00edka stundum k\u00f6llu\u00f0 \u201ebrons\u201c og fr\u00f6ken Mina Kennedy er l\u00edka stundum k\u00f6llu\u00f0 \u201egull\u201c \u2013\u00a0\u00feetta er \u00e1rei\u00f0anlega l\u00edka v\u00edsun \u00ed h\u00e1rlit \u00feeirra en fr\u00f6ken Kennedy er \u00feess utan n\u00fdkomin \u00far sumarfr\u00ed \u00ed strandb\u00e6 100 km nor\u00f0ur af Dyflinni og ver\u00f0ur t\u00ed\u00f0r\u00e6tt um a\u00f0 h\u00fan s\u00e9 svol\u00edti\u00f0 s\u00f3lbrennd. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00de\u00e6r st\u00f6llur eru auglj\u00f3s s\u00edrenul\u00edking \u2013\u00a0a\u00f0la\u00f0andi konur sem kn\u00e6pugestir heillast af og da\u00f0ra vi\u00f0 \u2013\u00a0en \u00ed forgrunni er samt hlj\u00f3mur og t\u00f3nlist. B\u00e6\u00f0i er pr\u00f3sinn d\u00fdrt ortur og fullur af hlj\u00f3\u00f0leik og svo er einhver \u00f3hemja af v\u00edsunum \u00ed alls kyns \u00f3perur og s\u00f6ngl\u00f6g \u2013\u00a0auk \u00feess sem leiki\u00f0 er \u00e1 p\u00edan\u00f3 og sungi\u00f0. \u00de\u00e1 er l\u00edka a\u00f0eins \u00e9ti\u00f0 (Bloom er aftur kominn \u00ed innyflin) og drukki\u00f0 \u2013\u00a0enda er Ormondh\u00f3teli\u00f0 kn\u00e6pa og fyrir flestar pers\u00f3nur b\u00f3karinnar er 16. j\u00fan\u00ed mikill fyller\u00edisdagur og sennilega ver\u00f0ur talsvert drukki\u00f0 \u00ed flestum \u00feeim k\u00f6flum sem eftir eru af b\u00f3kinni. L\u00edklega er \u00fea\u00f0 samt h\u00e9r sem menn ver\u00f0a fyrst fullir fyrir alv\u00f6ru og einsog \u00fea\u00f0 tengist er \u00fea\u00f0 l\u00edka h\u00e9r sem pr\u00f3si Joyce ver\u00f0ur tilraunakenndur fyrir alv\u00f6ru. Altso, s\u00edrenurnar eru ekki eitthva\u00f0 eitt, \u00fe\u00e6r eru n\u00e6stum allt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ormondh\u00f3teli\u00f0 er sem sagt b\u00e6\u00f0i bar og veitingasta\u00f0ur og r\u00fdmi\u00f0 tv\u00ed- ef ekki \u00fer\u00edskipt \u2013\u00a0\u00fea\u00f0 eru v\u00edst engar heimildir um innanstokksmuni \u00e1 \u00feessum t\u00edma a\u00f0rar en Ulysses, vegna \u00feess hve t\u00ed\u00f0ar og miklar endurb\u00e6tur f\u00f3ru fram \u00e1 \u00feessum t\u00edma (og m\u00e6tti h\u00e9r \u00fev\u00ed auglj\u00f3slega l\u00e1ta reyna \u00e1 kenningu Joyce um a\u00f0 Dyflinni m\u00e6tti endurbyggja upp af s\u00ed\u00f0um b\u00f3karinnar \u2013\u00a0h\u00f3teli\u00f0 er reyndar \u00ed einhvers konar endurbyggingu l\u00edka \u00ed dag, \u00fea\u00f0 er b\u00fai\u00f0 a\u00f0 r\u00edfa miki\u00f0 af \u00fev\u00ed en l\u00edti\u00f0 endurbyggja og gengur v\u00edst ekkert \u00e6gilega vel). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Br\u00f3\u00f0urpart kaflans situr Bloom \u00ed einum hluta sta\u00f0arins og heyrir mest \u00fea\u00f0 sem gerist \u00ed hinum hlutanum \u2013\u00a0en s\u00e9r l\u00edka eitthva\u00f0 af \u00fev\u00ed \u00ed gegnum dyr sem skilja r\u00fdmin a\u00f0. \u00dea\u00f0 er l\u00edka p\u00edan\u00f3 sem er kannski \u00ed \u00feri\u00f0ja r\u00fdminu og kannski \u00e1 barnum. Svona teiknar YouTubarinn Adam Savage<\/a> upp r\u00fdmi\u00f0 \u00ed yfirfer\u00f0 sinni yfir kaflann (B og G eru Bloom og Goulding). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kaflinn hefst \u00e1 tveimur fullkomlega \u00f3skiljanlegum s\u00ed\u00f0um. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.
Imperthnthn thnthnthn.
Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.
Horrid! And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
Goldpinnacled hair.
A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.
Trilling, trilling: Idolores.
Peep! Who\u2019s in the… peepofgold?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

O.s.frv. Hvert einasta brot reynist s\u00ed\u00f0an teki\u00f0 \u00far \u00f6\u00f0rum sta\u00f0 annars sta\u00f0ar \u00ed kaflanum \u2013\u00a0um daginn heyr\u00f0i \u00e9g mj\u00f6g skemmtilega r\u00e6\u00f0u fr\u00e1 lj\u00f3\u00f0sk\u00e1ldinu Hei\u00f0r\u00fanu \u00d3lafsd\u00f3ttur, sem var a\u00f0 kynna Kvennak\u00f3r \u00cdsafjar\u00f0ar til leiks me\u00f0 \u00feessari a\u00f0fer\u00f0, og hr\u00e6r\u00f0i svona saman l\u00ednum \u00far hinum \u00f3l\u00edku l\u00f6gum k\u00f3rsins. \u00deessu hefur veri\u00f0 l\u00edkt vi\u00f0 forspil a\u00f0 \u00f3peru \u00fear sem stefin hlj\u00f3ma m\u00f6rg \u00ed fyrsta sinn e\u00f0a hreinlega vi\u00f0 fyrstu augnablik sinfon\u00edut\u00f3nleika \u00e1 me\u00f0an sveitin er enn a\u00f0 stilla \u2013 e\u00f0a renna \u00ed gegnum einhverjar trillur og erfi\u00f0 stef \u2013\u00a0og \u00e1horfendur sitja \u00ed mi\u00f0ri kak\u00f3f\u00f3n\u00edunni (sem hefur ekkert me\u00f0 kak\u00f3serem\u00f3n\u00f3n\u00edur a\u00f0 gera) og b\u00ed\u00f0a \u00feess a\u00f0 sj\u00e1lft verki\u00f0 hefjist. \u00deessum skr\u00edtna kafla l\u00fdkur s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e1 or\u00f0inu: \u201eBegin!\u201c \u2013\u00a0sem ma\u00f0ur g\u00e6ti \u00fe\u00e1 \u00edmynda\u00f0 s\u00e9r a\u00f0 s\u00e9 hlj\u00f3msveitarstj\u00f3rinn a\u00f0 lyfta sprotanum. Og hefst \u00fe\u00e1 havar\u00edi\u00f0. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bronze by gold, miss Douce\u2019s head by miss Kennedy\u2019s head, over the crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

H\u00e9r f\u00e1um vi\u00f0 sem sagt strax endur\u00f3m af upphafsor\u00f0um kaflans. Brons og Gull horfa \u00fat um gluggann og einhver ma\u00f0ur me\u00f0 p\u00edpuhatt horfir \u00e1 \u00fe\u00e6r til baka. \u00de\u00e6r f\u00edflast. \u201eAren’t men frightful idiots?\u201c \u2013\u00a0sn\u00faa upp \u00e1 h\u00e1ri\u00f0 \u00e1 s\u00e9r, h\u00e9r er d\u00e6mi um m\u00fas\u00edkina \u00ed m\u00e1linu: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u00deetta er n\u00fa eiginlega meiri djass en klass\u00edk \u2013 spunnin tilbrig\u00f0i vi\u00f0 stef \u2013\u00a0og var djassinn samt varla til \u00feegar \u00feetta var skrifa\u00f0. Fr\u00f6ken Kennedy (Gull) b\u00e6tir vi\u00f0: \u201eIt’s them has the fine times.\u201c <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vi\u00f0 sj\u00e1um Bloom ganga hj\u00e1 me\u00f0 Sweets of Sin \u00ed brj\u00f3stvasanum. Vikapiltur kemur me\u00f0 te fyrir d\u00f6murnar og spyr hvort \u00fe\u00e6r s\u00e9u a\u00f0 g\u00e6gjast \u00fat um gluggann eftir k\u00e6rastanum s\u00ednum. \u00de\u00e6r skammast \u00ed honum:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A haughty bronze replied:
\u2014I\u2019ll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence.
\u2014Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she threatened as he had come.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Og \u00fe\u00e1 vitum vi\u00f0 hva\u00f0 hin \u00f3skiljanlega \u00f6nnur l\u00edna kaflans \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ir. H\u00fan er vikapilturinn a\u00f0 herma eftir Brons (\u201e\u00d3skammmmmm ffff\u201c er \u00feetta \u00ed \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingu SAM \u2013 fyrir \u201e\u00f3skammfeilna frekju\u201c). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00de\u00e6r skammast meira yfir k\u00f6rlum og r\u00e6\u00f0a s\u00f3lbruna og sumarfr\u00ed og svo er Bloom skoti\u00f0 aftur inn \u00fear sem hann g\u00e6gist \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0arglugga (sem eru au\u00f0vita\u00f0 s\u00edrenur) og rifjar upp tilraun s\u00edna til \u00feess a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 upp um stytturnar \u00e1 \u00dej\u00f3\u00f0arsafninu, hvort \u00fe\u00e6r v\u00e6ru anat\u00f3m\u00edskt r\u00e9tt samansettar, og n\u00fa vitum vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 hann var\u00f0 einskis v\u00edsari (\u201eI could not see\u201c). En hann s\u00e1 Buck Mulligan l\u00edka \u2013 sem sag\u00f0ist hafa s\u00e9\u00f0 Bloom g\u00e6gjast \u00e1 stytturnar \u2013\u00a0og veit a\u00f0 hann er vinur sonar Dedalusar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brons og Gull halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 f\u00b4\u00edflast og r\u00e6\u00f0a hversu hr\u00e6\u00f0ilegt \u00fea\u00f0 v\u00e6ri a\u00f0 vera giftar einhverjum lyfsala sem seldi Brons s\u00f3lkrem. Simon Dedalus kemur inn og spyr hvort ekki hafi veri\u00f0 gaman \u00ed strandb\u00e6num \u2013\u00a0hann er auglj\u00f3slega fastak\u00fanni \u2013\u00a0Brons segist hafa legi\u00f0 \u00e1 str\u00f6ndinni allan daginn og Simon svarar: \u201eThat was exceedingly naughty of you […] Tempting poor simple males.\u201c Brons segir honum a\u00f0 h\u00e6tta \u00feessari vitleysu og hann pantar s\u00e9r visk\u00ed og vatn og spyr hvort George Lidwell hafi komi\u00f0 vi\u00f0 \u2013\u00a0og hann mun hafa veri\u00f0 \u00fearna \u00ed h\u00e1deginu. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00de\u00e1 kemur Lenehan og spyr hvort Boylan hafi komi\u00f0 a\u00f0 leita s\u00edn (einsog hlj\u00f3\u00f0f\u00e6raleikari a\u00f0 endurtaka stef). \u00cd s\u00ed\u00f0asta kafla hringdi Boylan \u00ed ritarann sinn sem sag\u00f0i Lenehan hafa komi\u00f0 vi\u00f0 og a\u00f0 hann yr\u00f0i \u00e1 Ormondh\u00f3telinu klukkan 16. En \u00fea\u00f0 er einmitt klukkan 16 \u2013\u00a0n\u00fana \u2013 sem Boyle \u00e1 a\u00f0 m\u00e6ta \u00e1 \u00e1starfund me\u00f0 Molly, eiginkonu Bloom. Og hann hefur ekki komi\u00f0 \u00e1 Ormondh\u00f3teli\u00f0, segja Brons og Gull. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fr\u00f6ken Kennedy les miki\u00f0 \u00ed kaflanum og hunsar Lenehan sem er a\u00f0 str\u00ed\u00f0a henni (\u201ereyna vi\u00f0 hana\u201c). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lenehan heilsar Simon: \u201eGreetings from the famous son of a famous father.\u201c Simon spyr hver \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 og Lenehan \u00fatsk\u00fdrir a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 au\u00f0vita\u00f0 Stephen og \u00feeir hafi veri\u00f0 saman \u00e1 kr\u00e1nni fyrr um daginn (me\u00f0 h\u00f3pnum sem f\u00f3r af skrifstofum The Freeman’s Journal). Nema hann drakk ekki bara bj\u00f3r \u2013 \u00feetta er Joyce og \u00feetta eru s\u00edrenurnar svo hann \u201equaffed a nectarbowl\u201c. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Simon tekur eftir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 b\u00fai\u00f0 er a\u00f0 flytja p\u00edan\u00f3i\u00f0 og Brons svarar a\u00f0 p\u00edan\u00f3stillingama\u00f0urinn hafi komi\u00f0 \u00ed dag \u2013 og okkur skilst sm\u00e1m saman \u00ed \u00feessum kafla a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 er blindi ma\u00f0urinn sem Bloom hj\u00e1lpa\u00f0i yfir g\u00f6tu og Boylan gekk n\u00e6stum um koll. \u00de\u00e6r eru samm\u00e1la um \u00fea\u00f0 Brons og Gull a\u00f0 hann hafi veri\u00f0 st\u00f3rkostlegur p\u00edan\u00f3leikari a\u00f0 auki, varla tv\u00edtugur a\u00f0 aldri. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dej\u00f3nninn Pat birtist \u2013\u00a0hann \u00fev\u00e6list fram og aftur \u00ed kaflanum og afgrei\u00f0ir f\u00f3lk \u00ed sal \u2013\u00a0n\u00e6r \u00ed bj\u00f3r og fer aftur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vi\u00f0 sj\u00e1um Bloom \u00e1 n\u00fd. Hann er \u00ed ritfangaverslun og er a\u00f0 kaupa br\u00e9fsefni til \u00feess a\u00f0 geta svara\u00f0 s\u00ednum er\u00f3t\u00edska pennavini, M\u00f6rthu, \u00e1 einmitt \u00feeirri stundu sem Molly \u00e1 a\u00f0 vera a\u00f0 hitta Boylan. Hann er mj\u00f6g vandr\u00e6\u00f0alegur \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0inni, kurteis og vinalegur \u2013\u00a0allt sem Boylan var ekki \u00ed bl\u00f3mab\u00fa\u00f0inni \u00fear sem hann da\u00f0ra\u00f0i vi\u00f0 afgrei\u00f0slukonuna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00edan\u00f3stillingama\u00f0urinn vir\u00f0ist hafa gleymt t\u00f3nkv\u00edslinni sinni, sem einhver sl\u00e6r t\u00f3n \u00e1, og Simon Dedalus tekur a\u00f0 syngja \u00e1stars\u00f6ng og spila undir \u00e1 n\u00fdstillt p\u00edan\u00f3i\u00f0. Lenehan heldur \u00e1fram a\u00f0 reyna vi\u00f0 Gull me\u00f0 engum \u00e1rangri, h\u00fan kl\u00e1rar b\u00f3kina. Og svo birtist Boylan. Lenehan heilsar honum: \u201eSee the conquering hero comes.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fyrir utan gengur Bloom \u2013 \u201ethe unconquered hero\u201c \u2013 og s\u00e9r vagninn sem Boylan er n\u00fdstiginn \u00fat \u00far (\u201ejaunting car\u201c \u2013 tveggja s\u00e6ta hestvagnataxi). Bloom veit a\u00f0 Boylan \u00e1 a\u00f0 vera vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 skr\u00ed\u00f0a upp \u00e1 konuna hans og veit ekki hva\u00f0an \u00e1 sig stendur ve\u00f0ri\u00f0 \u2013\u00a0a\u00f0 gr\u00edpa elskhuga hennar vi\u00f0 \u00feetta \u00f3hugsandi ath\u00e6fi, in flagrante delicto, a\u00f0 fara einn inn \u00e1 bar. Hann rekst \u00e1 Richie Goulding, fr\u00e6nda Dedalusar, sem er svangur einsog Bloom. Bloom \u00e1kve\u00f0ur a\u00f0 fylgja honum inn \u00e1 Ormond h\u00f3teli\u00f0, f\u00e1 s\u00e9r a\u00f0 bor\u00f0a og nj\u00f3sna um Boylan \u00ed lei\u00f0inni. \u00deeir f\u00e1 s\u00e9r s\u00e6ti \u00ed matsalnum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gull brosir breitt til Boylans (eftir a\u00f0 hafa hunsa\u00f0 Lenehan) en Brons brosir enn brei\u00f0ar og f\u00e6r alla athyglina. Lenehan og Boylan r\u00e6\u00f0a ve\u00f0rei\u00f0arnar \u2013\u00a0\u00farslitin eiga a\u00f0 berast klukkan 16, \u00fea\u00f0 er allt a\u00f0 gerast n\u00fana. Bloom hlerar og skilur ekkert hva\u00f0 Boylan er a\u00f0 gera. \u00deegar Gull hverfur \u00ed augnablik gr\u00e1tbi\u00f0ur Lenehan Brons um a\u00f0 gera trikki\u00f0 sitt, me\u00f0 or\u00f0unum \u201esonnez la cloche\u201c \u2013\u00a0l\u00e1ti\u00f0 klukkuna glymja (og klukkan er einmitt a\u00f0 glymja 16). Brons lyftir pilsinu upp fyrir hn\u00e9, dregur \u00ed sokkabandi\u00f0 og l\u00e6tur \u00fea\u00f0 smella \u00e1 l\u00e6rinu. \u201eLa cloche\u201c \u00e6pir Lenehan \u2013 en Brons brosir til Boylans. \u201eYou’re the essence of vulgarity\u201c segir h\u00fan vi\u00f0 Lenehan \u00e1 me\u00f0an Boylan vir\u00f0ir hana lostafullur fyrir s\u00e9r:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Og svo kve\u00f0ur Boyle \u2013 sigrast \u00e1 einni s\u00edrenu til \u00feess a\u00f0 fara a\u00f0 hitta a\u00f0ra. Lenehan fylgir honum \u00fat og \u00fear m\u00e6ta \u00feeir Ben Dollard og f\u00f6\u00f0ur Cowley \u2013 Ben Dollard er n\u00fdb\u00fainn a\u00f0 bjarga Cowley fr\u00e1 eignauppt\u00f6ku, einsog vi\u00f0 s\u00e1um \u00ed s\u00ed\u00f0asta kafla, og \u00feeir eru v\u00e6ntanlega komnir til a\u00f0 fagna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dollard sest vi\u00f0 p\u00edan\u00f3i\u00f0 og \u00feeir rifja upp \u00feegar hann \u00e1tti a\u00f0 koma fram \u00e1 t\u00f3nleikum og var buxnalaus og kom vi\u00f0 hj\u00e1 Molly Bloom \u2013 sem seldi notu\u00f0 f\u00f6t undir slagor\u00f0inu \u201eMrs. Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions\u201c. \u00dear f\u00e9kk hann alltof litlar og \u00fer\u00f6ngar buxur (af Bloom?) sem \u201eskildu l\u00edti\u00f0 eftir fyrir \u00edmyndunarafli\u00f0\u201c einsog sagt er \u00ed dag. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bloom f\u00e6r s\u00e9r lifur og beikon, Goulding steik og n\u00fdru. \u00deeir bor\u00f0a \u00feegjandi. Ben Dollard spilar og syngur. George Lidwell kemur inn og er sendur inn til vina sinna (sem g\u00e6ti bent til \u00feess a\u00f0 p\u00edan\u00f3i\u00f0 s\u00e9 ekki vi\u00f0 barinn \u2013\u00a0\u00fe\u00f3tt \u00fea\u00f0 hlj\u00f3ti a\u00f0 vera \u00ed sj\u00f3nm\u00e1li vi\u00f0 barinn). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Af og til heyrum vi\u00f0 or\u00f0i\u00f0 jingle \u2013\u00a0gling gl\u00f3 hj\u00e1 SAM \u2013 sem er hlj\u00f3\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00ed vagni Boylans sem n\u00fa n\u00e1lgast Eccles str\u00e6ti 7, heimili Bloom hj\u00f3nanna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Simon Dedalus er be\u00f0inn um a\u00f0 syngja M’appari \u00far \u00f3perunni Martha eftir Flotow \u2013 og Bloom gefur \u00fej\u00f3ninum Pat merki a\u00f0 hafa hur\u00f0ina inn a\u00f0 barnum opna svo \u00feeir geti heyrt. Bloom er snortinn af laginu og finnst Simon hafa fagran t\u00f3n \u2013 a\u00f0 hann hef\u00f0i geta\u00f0 gr\u00e6tt miki\u00f0 \u00e1 henni. Og einsog gerist svo gjarnan \u00ed \u00feessum kafla ver\u00f0ur textinn a\u00f0 hreinni t\u00f3nlist:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That\u2019s the chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.
Words? Music? No: it\u2019s what\u2019s behind.
Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.
Bloom. Flood of warm jimjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o\u2019er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u00deetta er \u00f6lvandi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dearna r\u00e9tt fyrir ofan gerist l\u00edka eitt \u00e1hugavert sem setur n\u00f6rdinn \u00ed manni alveg \u00e1 hli\u00f0ina. \u00cd lj\u00f3sprentuninni af orginal textanum fr\u00e1 Shakespeare & Company \u2013\u00a0sem er a\u00f0 finna \u00ed Cambridge Centenary \u00fatg\u00e1funni, st\u00e6rstu b\u00f3kinni sem \u00e9g \u00e1 \u2013\u00a0er b\u00f3kstafur \u00e1 hvolfi. \u00deetta er errata-\u00fatg\u00e1fa \u2013\u00a0me\u00f0 athugasemdum Joyce um allar breytingar sem \u00e1tti a\u00f0 gera fyrir a\u00f0ra prentun \u2013\u00a0og hann ger\u00f0i enga athugasemd vi\u00f0 \u00feetta. Svo \u00e9g hl\u00fdt a\u00f0 gera r\u00e1\u00f0 fyrir a\u00f0 \u00feetta hafi a.m.k. veri\u00f0 viljandi l\u00e1ti\u00f0 vera, hvort sem \u201emist\u00f6kin\u201c eru prentarans e\u00f0a ekki (\u00e9g minni \u00e1 skemmtilegu s\u00f6guna af \u00fev\u00ed \u00feegar Beckett t\u00f3k upp eftir honum \u201ekom inn\u201c \u00feegar hann var a\u00f0 diktera Finnegans Wake<\/a>). \u00deetta er vel a\u00f0 merkja ekki svona \u00ed neinni annarri \u00fatg\u00e1fu sem \u00e9g \u00e1 og \u00e9g hef ekkert fundi\u00f0 skrifa\u00f0 um \u00feetta heldur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ein \u00e1hrifin af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 lesa Ulysses \u2013\u00a0og \u00fea\u00f0 hefur me\u00f0 or\u00f0spori\u00f0 a\u00f0 gera, sannarlega, Rorschach heilkenni\u00f0<\/a>, en magnast eftir \u00fev\u00ed sem ma\u00f0ur \u00e1ttar sig \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed hva\u00f0 Joyce hefur raunverulega smurt \u00feessa brau\u00f0snei\u00f0 m\u00f6rgum l\u00f6gum \u2013\u00a0er a\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur fyllist b\u00e6\u00f0i spurn og upplj\u00f3mun af svonal\u00f6gu\u00f0u, auk \u00feess a\u00f0 ver\u00f0a mj\u00f6g vandr\u00e6\u00f0alegur og sj\u00e1lfsme\u00f0vita\u00f0ur um a\u00f0 n\u00fa haldi kannski allir a\u00f0 ma\u00f0ur s\u00e9 or\u00f0inn ge\u00f0veikur (af \u00fev\u00ed stundum finnst manni kannski sj\u00e1lfum svona kenningar annarra hlj\u00f3ma d\u00e1l\u00edti\u00f0 sturla\u00f0ar). En fyrirgefi\u00f0 m\u00e9r \u00feetta \u201ei\u0287\u201c er au\u00f0vita\u00f0 svol\u00edti\u00f0 einsog haus og \u00fea\u00f0 er svol\u00edti\u00f0 einsog hann s\u00e9 a\u00f0 sn\u00faast. Og minnir s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e1 hi\u00f0 fr\u00e6ga myndlj\u00f3\u00f0 Steve’s McCaffery, William Tell: A Novel.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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En aftur a\u00f0 \u00f3perunni. Bloom \u00e1ttar sig \u00e1 tilviljuninni a\u00f0 Lionel \u2013\u00a0pers\u00f3nan \u00ed \u00f3perunni \u2013 er a\u00f0 syngja um s\u00edna M\u00f6rthu akk\u00farat \u00feegar Bloom er a\u00f0 fara a\u00f0 skrifa sinni M\u00f6rthu. Bloom hugsar um M\u00f6rthu og um Molly og fyrsta fund \u00feeirra (\u00fea\u00f0 var heima hj\u00e1 Mat [svo] Dillon [svo]; \u00feau f\u00f3ru \u00ed st\u00f3laleik). Lagi\u00f0 n\u00e6r h\u00e1punkti s\u00ednum og n\u00f6fn Leopolds og s\u00f6ngvarans Simon renna saman: Siopold! Og allir klappa. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leopold og Simon eru l\u00edka hvor \u00e1 sinn h\u00e1tt hinn t\u00fdndi og \u00f3fundni fa\u00f0ir hins f\u00f6\u00f0urlausa Stephens \u2013 \u00feeir eru b\u00e1\u00f0ir vofa konungsins. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c1 sama t\u00edma n\u00e1lgast Blazes Boylan enn frekar heimili Bloom hj\u00f3nanna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Allan \u00feennan t\u00edma er Richie Goulding a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta m\u00f3\u00f0an m\u00e1sa um m\u00fas\u00edkina og fleira en Bloom vir\u00f0ist l\u00edti\u00f0 hlusta \u00e1 hann. Karlarnir halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 spila og syngja en Bloom bi\u00f0ur Pat um bla\u00f0 og penna og \u00e1kve\u00f0ur a\u00f0 byrja br\u00e9fi\u00f0 til M\u00f6rthu \u2013\u00a0Goulding er samt ekki farinn, svo Bloom \u00feykist vera a\u00f0 semja augl\u00fdsingu. \u00cd br\u00e9finu da\u00f0rar hann og talar um refsingar og segist vera lei\u00f0ur og er b\u00fainn a\u00f0 innsigla br\u00e9fi\u00f0 \u00feegar honum fer a\u00f0 finnast \u00fea\u00f0 of lj\u00f3\u00f0r\u00e6nt a\u00f0 hafa sagst vera lei\u00f0ur. \u201eMusic did that. Music hath charm, Shakespeare said.\u201c Annars f\u00e6r ma\u00f0ur \u00e1 tilfinninguna a\u00f0 hann s\u00e9 ekki bara lei\u00f0ur \u00feegar hann skrifar M\u00f6rthu heldur a\u00f0 honum beinl\u00ednis lei\u00f0ist \u00fea\u00f0 \u2013\u00a0\u00fea\u00f0 veitir honum ekki \u00fe\u00e1 fr\u00f3 e\u00f0a r\u00f3 sem hann hefur l\u00edklega veri\u00f0 a\u00f0 vona. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00de\u00e1 hugsar hann s\u00e9r til hreyfings \u2013\u00a0hugsar a\u00f0 hann \u00e6tli a\u00f0 hitta einhvern \u00e1 annarri kr\u00e1, Barney Kiernans (\u00fea\u00f0 reynist s\u00ed\u00f0ar vera Martin Cunningham, til a\u00f0 r\u00e6\u00f0a fj\u00e1rs\u00f6fnunina fyrir ekkju Paddy Dignams).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brons s\u00fdnir k\u00f6rlunum skel sem h\u00fan fann \u00e1 str\u00f6ndinni og \u00feeir bera hana upp a\u00f0 eyrum s\u00e9r til a\u00f0 hlusta \u00e1 sj\u00e1varni\u00f0inn. \u00deetta s\u00e9r Bloom, vel a\u00f0 merkja \u2013\u00a0svo eitthva\u00f0 s\u00e9r hann inn \u00e1 barinn. \u00c1 sama t\u00edma og karlarnir bi\u00f0ja Ben Dollard a\u00f0 syngja Croppy Boy segist Bloom \u00feurfa a\u00f0 fara en staldrar svo a\u00f0eins vi\u00f0 til \u00feess a\u00f0 heyra lagi\u00f0 \u2013 \u00fear er me\u00f0al annars sungi\u00f0 um mann sem hefur misst f\u00f6\u00f0ur s\u00edna og br\u00e6\u00f0ur \u00ed str\u00ed\u00f0i og er s\u00ed\u00f0astur s\u00edns nafns og kyns. Bloom hugsar a\u00f0 hann s\u00e9 \u00fea\u00f0 l\u00edka (Milly er st\u00falka og heldur ekki nafni f\u00f6\u00f0ur s\u00edns; og Rudy er d\u00e1inn). H\u00e9r byrjum vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 heyra \u201etap\u201c \u2013\u00a0sem er \u201ebank\u201c hj\u00e1 SAM\u00a0\u2013 og vegna \u00feess a\u00f0 Boylan er kominn a\u00f0 Eccles-str\u00e6ti grunar mann a\u00f0 hann s\u00e9 a\u00f0 banka \u00e1 dyrnar hj\u00e1 Molly, og kannski er \u00fea\u00f0 einhver \u00feessara s\u00edfj\u00f6lgandi banka, en a\u00f0 endingu reynist \u00fea\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 l\u00edka vera hlj\u00f3\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00ed blindrastaf p\u00edan\u00f3stillingarmannsins sem f\u00e6rist n\u00e6r og er a\u00f0 koma til a\u00f0 s\u00e6kja t\u00f3nkv\u00edslina sem hann gleymdi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bloom fer og \u00e1ttar sig \u00e1 a\u00f0 s\u00e1pan sem hann er \u00ed vasanum er or\u00f0inn kl\u00edstru\u00f0 og \u00e1lyktar a\u00f0 l\u00edklega hafi hann svitna\u00f0 svona. Hann minnir sig \u00e1 a\u00f0 fara og s\u00e6kja kremi\u00f0 til lyfsalans (en gleymir \u00fev\u00ed strax aftur). \u00dati \u00e1 g\u00f6tu m\u00e6tir hann p\u00edan\u00f3stillingarmanninum me\u00f0 b\u00e6\u00f0i br\u00e9fi\u00f0 til M\u00f6rthu og Sweets of Sin fyrir Molly \u00ed vasanum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Karlarnir, sem t\u00f3ku eftir Bloom \u00feegar hann f\u00f3r, r\u00e6\u00f0a hann a\u00f0eins. Simon segist hafa veri\u00f0 me\u00f0 honum \u00ed jar\u00f0arf\u00f6rinni. \u00deeir segja Molly syngja vel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Very, Mr. Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.
Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last sardine of summer. Bloom alone.
\u2013 Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00edan\u00f3stillingarma\u00f0urinn fer framhj\u00e1 ritfangaversluninni. Bloom l\u00e6tur hugann reika. Svo rekst hann \u00e1 v\u00e6ndiskonu \u2013 \u201ea frowsy whore\u201c \u2013\u00a0sem hann vir\u00f0ist kannast vi\u00f0 en \u00fea\u00f0 er ekki lj\u00f3st \u00e1 samhenginu n\u00e1kv\u00e6mlega hva\u00f0 f\u00f3r \u00feeim \u00e1 milli. \u201eThe appointment we made. Knowing we’d never, well hardly ever. Too dear too near to home sweet home.\u201c Hann sn\u00fdr s\u00e9r undan og horfir \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0arglugga \u00e1 forngripaverslun svo h\u00fan sj\u00e1i hann ekki. \u00dear s\u00e9r hann einhvers konar harmonikku sem SAM segir vera me\u00f0 \u201eorm\u00e9tnum belgjum\u201c en or\u00f0r\u00e9tt hj\u00e1 Joyce er \u00fea\u00f0 svona:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Sem \u00ed m\u00ednum huga er martra\u00f0arkenndari s\u00fdn \u2013\u00a0og kallast kannski \u00e1 vi\u00f0 komandi ofsj\u00f3nir \u00ed Kirkukaflanum (sem gerist \u00ed rau\u00f0a hverfinu). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

P\u00edan\u00f3stillingarma\u00f0urinn m\u00e6tir \u00e1 Ormond h\u00f3teli\u00f0. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

H\u00e9r er Joyce meira a\u00f0 segja farinn a\u00f0 flissa a\u00f0 s\u00ednum eigin aulabr\u00f6ndurum. Og ekki l\u00e1i \u00e9g honum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bloom er a\u00f0 ver\u00f0a illt \u00ed maganum, sennilega af s\u00eddernum sem hann f\u00e9kk s\u00e9r me\u00f0 matnum en hann kennir sj\u00e1lfur um b\u00farg\u00fandarv\u00edninu sem hann f\u00e9kk s\u00e9r me\u00f0 h\u00e1degismatnum. Hann s\u00e9r l\u00edka \u00ed glugganum mynd af frelsishetjunni Robert Emmet og hugsar um fr\u00e6g lokaor\u00f0 hans: \u201eWhen my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then and not until then let my epitaph be written. I have done.\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Nations of the earth.<\/em>\u00a0No-one behind. She\u2019s passed.\u00a0Then and not till then.<\/em>\u00a0Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I\u2019m sure it\u2019s the burgund. Yes. One, two.\u00a0Let my epitaph be.<\/em>\u00a0Kraaaaaa.\u00a0Written. I have.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00deetta Pprrpffrrppffff er Bloom a\u00f0 reka vi\u00f0. Og lokaor\u00f0i\u00f0 \u201eDone\u201c kallast \u00e1 vi\u00f0 lokaor\u00f0 forspilsins \u201eBegin!\u201c \u2013\u00a0aftur s\u00e9r ma\u00f0ur hlj\u00f3msveitarstj\u00f3rann fyrir s\u00e9r sveifla sprotanum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ef vitna\u00f0 er til \u00d3dysseifskvi\u00f0u \u00e1 \u00edslensku er \u00fea\u00f0 \u00far pr\u00f3sa\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingu Sveinbj\u00f6rns Egilssonar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ef vitna\u00f0 er til \u00d3dysseifs \u00e1 \u00edslensku er \u00fea\u00f0 \u00far \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingu Sigur\u00f0ar A. Magn\u00fassonar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Yfirfer\u00f0in<\/strong> 2025<\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulysses: Lestrardagb\u00f3k, 1. hluti<\/a> (Telemakkos, Nestor og Pr\u00f3teus \u00e1 hundava\u00f0i \u2013 ver\u00f0ur gert betur s\u00ed\u00f0ar).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ulysses: Kalyps\u00f3<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

L\u00f3tus\u00e6turnar<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hades: Undirheimarnir<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\u00f3lus: M\u00b4\u00f3tvindar frelsis<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lestryg\u00f3nar: A\u00f0 \u00e9ta \u00e1 sig gat<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Skylla og Karybd\u00eds: Je est une autre<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Villhamrar og Skellibj\u00f6rg<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Eldri bloggf\u00e6rslur um Ulysses:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gerty MacDowell, Silv\u00eda N\u00f3tt og list par\u00f3d\u00edunnar<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hi\u00f0 samhengislega l\u00edf<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Torlestur<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00f6lundarh\u00fas Rorschachs<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\u00f0 fe\u00f0ra f\u00f6\u00f0ur sinn<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Svarts\u00fdni og blinda<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

God made the country man the tune. Ellefti kafli Ulysses er kenndur vi\u00f0 s\u00edrenurnar. S\u00f6gu\u00fer\u00e1\u00f0urinn hj\u00e1 H\u00f3mer er sirka \u00feannig a\u00f0 gy\u00f0jan Kirka, sem r\u00e1\u00f0leggur \u00d3dysseifi \u00e1 fer\u00f0um s\u00ednum, bi\u00f0ur hann a\u00f0 g\u00e6ta s\u00edn \u00feegar hann siglir hj\u00e1 eyjunni \u00fear sem s\u00edrenurnar b\u00faa. Vi\u00f0v\u00f6run \u00feessi hlj\u00f3mar svo \u00ed fornyr\u00f0islags\u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ingu Sveinbjarnar (sem ver\u00f0ur stundum a\u00f0 f\u00e1 … Halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 lesa: S\u00edrenur, v\u00e6l og reykur: Dyflinni syngur<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6110","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ulysses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6110","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6110"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6110\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6121,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6110\/revisions\/6121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}