happy belated bloomsday
on bloomsday, june 16, bf and i went to symphony space to see great performers (like isiah sheffer, stephen colbert, ira glass, steen lang, lois smith...) read excerpts of homer's the odyssey and joyce's ulysses. it was amazing because it brought the book to life and gave me hope that i can actually get through it with some small level of comprehension. sadly, we didn't stay for the 2 and half hour finale of molly bloom's soliloquy. but since i haven't finished the book yet, i didn't want that gem spoiled for me anyway.
By what reflections did he, a conscious reactor against the void of incertitude, justify to himself his sentiments?
By what reflections did he, a conscious reactor against the void of incertitude, justify to himself his sentiments? The preordained frangibility of the hymen: the presupposed intangibility of the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportion between the selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the selfabbreviating relaxation of the thing done; the fallaciously inferred debility of the female: the muscularity of the male: the variations of ethical codes: the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of sense of an aorist preterite proposition (parsed as masculine subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object) from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition (parsed as feminine subject, auxiliary verb and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary masculine agent) in the passive voice: the continued product of seminators by generation: the continual production of semen by distillation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the inanity of extolled virtue: the lethargy of nescient matter: the apathy of the stars.


