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"Ireland sober is Ireland stiff"

Anna Livia Plurabelle chap did NOT disappoint!

"My diaper has more life to it!"

book 1 chapter 6, my favorite yet. not that i understood it any more than the rest but i laughed more and cherished the "word" groupings

"My soul frets in the shadow of his language."

"Lick-Pa-fai-hai-pa-Pa-li-si-lang-lang. Epi alo, ecou, Batiste, tu-vavnr dans Lptit boing going. Ismeme de bumbac e meias de por-tocallie. O.O. Os pipos mios es demasiada gruarso por O piccolo pochino. Wee fee? Ung duro. Koeshis, szabad? Mercy, and you? Gomagh, thak."

"He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air."

"He went up to his room after dinner in order to be alone with his soul, and at every step his soul seemed to sigh ; at every step his soul mounted with his feet, sighing in the ascent, through a region of viscid gloom."

god help me