My Own Private Ulysses: Serious Self-Assessment
BELLO: (Peremptorily.) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr...
BLOOM: (Docile, gurgles.) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant...
- James Joyce, Ulysses
Today’s Ego-Excoriating Ezraku:
In the Privy of My Ulysses
The Joycean poetry in my mind’s Great Hall:
Graffiti on a sour, shithouse wall.
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