Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was young.
You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause
earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one
saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for
titles. Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is
wonderful. O yes, W. Remember your epiphanies on green oval leaves,
deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries
of the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there
after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola
like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one
long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...
James Joyce
Ulysses “Proteus”
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pentimento 94 months ago | reply
Thank you for this so inspirational work, mquest. I am espresso adictive . . . actually I use coffee for to create the stain on my paper :-)
dobar 89 months ago | reply
beautiful composition
swardraws 89 months ago | reply
very nice, I like still lifes like this
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