Happy Bloomsday, everybody!

Today is the day to celebrate Henri's favorite book. Pints of Guinness for everyone, on me!

met 'im pike hoses? Who's he when he's at home?

I'd love to hang out but I've got to see a man about an advertisement. I hope nothing puts me off course. I need some rest! I wonder what my beautiful wife is up to?

Plumtreespottedmeat.

Are there no more bollocksbefriending bards out there?

What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Q. What is Hell?

A. Being stuck inside a room and forced to listen to Jean Paul Sartre recite Ulysses for all eternity.

Thanks, Devil, for reminding us of the detestable Horror that is shamelessly celebrated today. Where are the book banning bozos when you really need them?

I rue that day I'd been drinking and thought some stupid Quest for some nonexistent Last Page was a good idear.

http://thebookfrog.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-bloomsday.html

The Freeque doth protest too much, methinks. I bet you're a closet Ulysses fanatic, who has read it 20 times, can quote the entire tome from memory, and are right now enjoying a pint, basking in a Joycean glow, enjoying the greatest novel of all time.

7: Oh dear, first that dapper guy said we were too self-congratulatory, and then your friend the frogblogger said we were too snobby. The Salon is taking a lot of hits this week. Will our ridiculous sang-froid be affected? I say, probably not.

Do like me Anna, Just stare them down with contempt...

"Beati pauperes spirirtu"

Yes, more contempt from the salonistas is what the world needs. Good show, guys!

I'm sure she's talking about me. I've been called a snob all my life. Do I care? Does the giant care when the pygmy shits?

Happy Bloomsday everyone!

Let us now pry.

You are not a snob TC, snobs smoke long black Russian cigarettes with a golden ring, Snobranies, or some brand like that. But not you...

Becky darling step aside please, I am trying to hurl this tomato at that Joyce - bashing - fallen dictator. Ummmmph....

Murr and Mac, both of you, as Joyce might not word-play, I say bite my dukkha!

Yummy a dukkha !

(Snobs frequent that other group...)

Ha ha, everyone hates us! I didn't know they even knew us.

to know us is to hate us