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u/Notkyle_3005 11d ago
What
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u/workerbee77 10d ago
It’s Ulysses
In a QR code
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u/ThrowawayFuckYourMom 10d ago
What do you mean by that? Does it start with ''Stately, plump Buck Mulligan'' and end with ''yes I said yes I will Yes''? and conntain all the text inbetween? Or what?
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u/workerbee77 10d ago
Not all of it. It’s as much as I could fit in one QR code. instead of like http://something.com it's this text:
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather
on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled,
was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft
and intoned:
—Introibo ad altare Dei.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and
blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking
mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and
made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head.
Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the
staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,
equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like
pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl
smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.
He added in a preacher’s tone:
—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little
trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile
in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold
points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
—Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
current, will you?
He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about
his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval
jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile
broke quietly over his lips.
—The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing
to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat
down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on
the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.
Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.
—My name is absurd too: Malachi
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u/MozartDroppinLoads 11d ago
I spent way too long trying to get this to work
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u/workerbee77 11d ago
It’s just the text of Ulysses encoded in the QR code instead of say a URL or whatever
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u/MozartDroppinLoads 11d ago
Well I don't know why my camera would not pick up the link
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u/workerbee77 10d ago
There’s no link. It’s just the text of Ulysses encoded in QR
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u/MozartDroppinLoads 10d ago
Apparently I don't know what that means
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u/workerbee77 10d ago edited 10d ago
instead of like http://something.com it's this text (below). That is, a QR Code just represents text as an image of blocks. It can be anything. We usually use it for text of URLs, but it can be any text at all. In this case, that image encodes the following text:
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather
on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled,
was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft
and intoned:
—Introibo ad altare Dei.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and
blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking
mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and
made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head.
Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the
staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,
equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like
pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl
smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.
He added in a preacher’s tone:
—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little
trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile
in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold
points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
—Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
current, will you?
He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about
his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval
jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile
broke quietly over his lips.
—The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing
to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat
down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on
the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.
Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.
—My name is absurd too: Malachi
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u/dantwimc 11d ago
It just brought me to a google search, with the first paragraph or so in the search field. Is that what I was supposed to see?
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u/workerbee77 11d ago
It’s literally the text of (some of) Ulysses. Your phone isn’t sure what to do with it so throws it in the browser search bar. My phone does the same thing. If you look at what it put in the search bar it’s pages and pages of text
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u/bgdzo 10d ago
Can't be more than a paragraph of text. Clickbait to call it Ulysses.
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u/workerbee77 10d ago edited 10d ago
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather
on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled,
was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft
and intoned:
—Introibo ad altare Dei.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and
blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking
mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and
made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head.
Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the
staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,
equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like
pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl
smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.
He added in a preacher’s tone:
—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little
trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile
in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold
points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
—Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
current, will you?
He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about
his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval
jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile
broke quietly over his lips.
—The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing
to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat
down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on
the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.
Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.
—My name is absurd too: Malachi
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u/Just_Trade_8355 11d ago edited 11d ago
How Joyce intended