Happy Bloomsday
to all
103 years young today
and
to Leopold Bloom
"Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Miles Crawford said...
--He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried
loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
While Mr. Bloom stood weighing the pint and about to
smile he strode on jerkily."
and from James Joyce's Ulysses, too:
"DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN
Dubliners,
--Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have
lived fifty and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
--Where is that? the professor asked.
--Off Blackpitts.
Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall.
Face glistening tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts.
Akasic records. Quicker, darlint!
On now. Dare it. Let there be life. "
to all
103 years young today
and
to Leopold Bloom
"Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Miles Crawford said...
--He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried
loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
While Mr. Bloom stood weighing the pint and about to
smile he strode on jerkily."
and from James Joyce's Ulysses, too:
"DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN
Dubliners,
--Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have
lived fifty and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
--Where is that? the professor asked.
--Off Blackpitts.
Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall.
Face glistening tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts.
Akasic records. Quicker, darlint!
On now. Dare it. Let there be life. "
Happy Bloomsday to all, and to all a good night!
