ULYSSES BY JOYCE
I love this shit, and I can be reading this
forever. it always opens for me the entire
back pages of that untold story - all those
literary swarthies back then trying to outgun
each other - ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Ezra Pound, and T. S. Eliot. James Joyce.
Fuck who got there first.
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This Bennett Cerf was a lackluster guy. An
absurd name in ancient Greek? The cracked
lookingglass of a servant. Lead him not into
temptation. And her name is Ursula.
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