Monday, June 15, 2015

Ulysses Chapter 8: Lestrygonians

His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the animals feed.
Obviously I’m not going to get through the book before tomorrow, but I’m enjoying myself, so I’ll keep going anyway.

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