Marcel and James in 'The Liberties' Celebrating James' 143rd Birthday Last Sunday (February 2nd, 2025)
Happy belated birthday, James! We can't wait to see you in your UBU creations from Lanech!
"From the Liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street.
One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life.
Creation from nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your _omphalos_. Hello. Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one."
Ulysses, Chapter 2, 'Proteus', P. 38, The 1922 text.
Marcel and James in 'The Liberties' Celebrating James' 143rd Birthday Last Sunday (February 2nd, 2025)
Happy belated birthday, James! We can't wait to see you in your UBU creations from Lanech!
"From the Liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street.
One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life.
Creation from nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your _omphalos_. Hello. Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one."
Ulysses, Chapter 2, 'Proteus', P. 38, The 1922 text.