The Forlorn Loves in James Joyces novel, Ulysses Essay -- Joyce Ulyss

The Forlorn make outs in Joyces novel, Ulysses Greek has words for four kinds of hunch agape, or religious retire storge, or familial love the love between friends, or philia and sexual love, the familiar eros. All four send off in Joyces novel Ulysses, yet all eventually evade the devil male protagonists, Stephen Dedalus and Leopold rush Ulysses proves ultimately to be a love-less work. Agape -- spiritual love, the charitable love among coreligionists or between Man and God -- seems sure enough to appear, given Ulysses protagonists backgrounds and the host of Christian symbols that flock about them. Yet Stephen Dedalus is lacerate with doubt in his Catholicism, and we find in the course of the novel that Bloom renounced his Judaism, first to convert to Protestantism with his father and then, conveniently, to convert to Catholicism to marry mollie both have fallen from their original faith. Within two paragraphs of Ulysses scuttle we see a mock Mass -- Introibo ad altar e Dei (p. 3) -- and hear the lurking Stephen disdainfully called a fearful jesuit by mocking Mulligan. Stephen is certainly no recipient of agape here Interestingly, Simon Dedalus identifies Mulligan as Stephens fidus Achates (p. 73), a glancing Virgil take care to set Stephen up as pius Aeneas, pious Aeneas, Virgils hero of proper carriage to gods and men. But, as we see, home-stealing, ever-jeering Mulligan is no more fidus than whoring, drunken Stephen is pius. Stephen Dedalus is a diffuse speaker, an engaging theorist and theologian, well versed in ecclesiastical history, peculiarly in the Churchs early heresies. Yet, for all his knowledge and cogent arguments, he shows exact inclination for belief. His arguments on ... ...9), yet that is exactly what Bloom does -- kiss her buttocks, the some anonymous and androgynous part of her body. In fact, Mollys final thoughts in Ulysses nevertheless underscore the lack of eros that has afflicted Bloom throughout the contro l. She begins to hang (this bloody pest of a thing (p. 642)) even as she considers try to re-establish sexual relations, and moves in her thoughts to their tryst on Howth Hill -- the same rendezvous Bloom has recalled so fondly before. Yet, like all too galore(postnominal) of the happy occasions in Ulysses, this one is in the past, dead and gone. Indeed, the book ends in Mollys yes I said yes I will Yes. (p. 644), but the Yes is in the past, only another sad comment on Blooms lack of love. Love is a thing of the past, dreams are sick counterfeits and cheats agape, storge, philia, eros, the four loves, are forlorn.