Monday is Bloomsday. As you know, "Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod's roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine." YES. Anyplace, anytime I'll be glad to read Ulysses aloud. And at any page, pick a page, make like the sortes virgilianae.While we're on the lit'ry theme, we should all know by now never to put stones in our pocket when we go into the water.
What is this? I found it on a New England beach, glacial rubbish most likely, but of what nature? Coprolite was my first thought (hey, I've got Joyce on my mind), but evidently not.
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There is something verging on the obscene in these photos. And paired with the written subject matter, I almost got queasy. Enjoy the camera!
As the Hon. John M. Woolsey wrote in 1933, declaring Ulysses not obscene, and thus publishable in the U.S., “whilst in many places the effect of “Ulysses” on the reader undoubtedly is somewhat emetic, nowhere does it tend to be an aphrodisiac.”
Yes, I say, yes.
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