6717. I'M GOING HOME

I'M GOING HOME

Do you know that on page 61 of Ulysses, James Joyce

- yes, James Joyce  -  disparages Israel? He calls it the 

'grey sunken cunt of the world.' "No, not like that. A

barren land, a bare waste. Vulcanic lake, the dead sea:

no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind would

lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters.

Brimstone they called it raining down : the cities of

the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead names.

A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It

bore the oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from

Cassidy's clutching a noggin bottle by the neck. The oldest

people. Wandered far and away over all the earth, captivity

to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. 

It lay there now. Now it could bear no more. Dead: am

old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world."

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So, now, class, let us review. let us consider, first, and

only then review : 'the oldest, the first race'. You see, 

we start already with fabled bullshit; an untruth. Mankind's

antecedents first trounced these feeble landlords of the

anxiety-psychotic-neurosis from which society came. And

they really knew nothing at all. They made all this shit up,

and at it, unceasingly, they stay  -  proclaiming to never

unproclaiming but claiming this mock-sham, God whose

twisted-over old name they won't even pronounce. Desolation.

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God I tried to give that bitch everything  -  Bloom is reading

about orange tree in Israel, money to be sent, some fuddy-dud

asking for it, and more, and more and always more. These are the

ones, chosen and marked, who always want the dough. Figure. Go.

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The grey horror seared his flesh. Cold oils slid along his veins.