Monday, June 16, 2008

Happy Bloomsday!

From Leo Bloom on this the day he met his Molly, June 16, 1904, one that will ever belong to Mr. Joyce and his Nora:

It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the system really needed toning up, for a matter of a couple of paltry pounds, was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all, hang it, they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of venue after the grinding life of city life in the summertime, for choice, when Dame Nature is at her spectacular best, constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. “

From Ulysses
By James Joyce

(Ay, alas, the system still needs toning up, and the man in the street from Dublin to Flatbush, from Athens to Algiers, salutes the bloomers, the Joyces, and choices, that light up the soil. The soundtrack of ever plays on in the wilderness of never. Oh, and, keep your bloomers on, the storm is coming!)