Powering through Sirens, drunkenly, ironically. As Bloom falls bibulously inside of his own mind, so too do I read on his thoughts, falling. The rhythm of joyce makes so much more sense when on the path to inebriation. One must always remember that Joyce, classic Irish man that he is, always struggled throughout his life with Drink; the scourge blessing of this nation, my country, Ireland. Emerald Mattress Erin.
— Jun 07, 2024 11:55AM
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