Re: The pain, the pain

Kip Williams wrote:

> Douglas Berry wrote:
> > Of course, I immediately thought of a *** scene written by James
> > Joyce.
> 
> How would you know?

Same way most readers of _Ulysses_ know.

Keep in mind that Joyce's _early_ work ranges from very easy to read to
relatively easy to read.

 
> oh he's gonenaught the shoulder bhoy, to the tantranks of small death
> you'll find him girdin on and harping on his father's sword afore and
> ahind. The merry mary hind who the keeper's wood a shooting go, under
> his arms he'll bear a bow! Jacky boy! Master your bait! Sing ye well,
> deeply well. Now the picture hauls the bowl, now he leaves it go, and
> ominous gall is tripartite -- weenie! weedy! weakly! -- seize her and
> cease her and con her ruby cross. The die is crass! The earth is salt
> and pampered. Lo, the light! my fire! a lucky strike indeed! elle est
> et femme tea! souled, a merry can! nautical in a coffin load! So know
> he's a'soiled, yer boy, to a mad gazelle from parliementary polly voo
> 
> Kip W



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