- Leopold Bloom reflected in John Ireland’s window, O’Connell Street, by Guy Davenport
Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound.
Buzz. Buzz.
But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms.
I that sinned and prayed and fasted.
A child Conmee saved from pandies.
I, I and I. I.
A.E. I.O.U.
Ulysses
16 June 2011 at 22:59
Thursday, too.