Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Nother dying, come home father.

"Remember your epiphanies, written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all great libraries in the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them 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

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