entertainment.
Lubber …
Stephen followed a lubber …
One day in the national library we had a discussion.
Shakes.
After his lub back I followed.
I gall his kibe.
Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed a lubber jester, a wellkempt head, newbarbered, out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of no thoughts.
What have I learned? Of them? Of me?
Walk like Haines now.
The constant readers’ room.
In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.
Item: was Hamlet mad?
The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.
―O please do, sir … I shall be most pleased …
Amused Buck Mulligan mused