One hundred and two years ago today, Jimmy latched onto Miss Nora Barnacle and never let her go. The rest is literary history.
On Bloomsday, all gentlemen should:
1. stroll
2. carry lemon soap in their pocket
3. eat gorgonzola
4. buy a racy book for the missus.
I'd quote more from Ulysses but I fear litigious grandson Stephen "James" Joyce would be on my ass in a split second. (See newyorker.com)
1 comment:
congrats, jum!
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