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Poranek Stephena Dedalusa - Telemachiada. Gęsto, bardzo gęsto, ale też bardzo intrygująco. Zamierzam czytać podpierając się co 2-3 rozdziały łodzią Świerkockiego.

Sirens would have gone so crazy in 1922

the offence complained of by Driscoll, that her virtue was solicited, was not repeated. I would deal in especial with atavism. . . . If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler’s weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions.

wish me luck

This shit is taking forever