To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher. James Joyce, Ulysses.
Enjoy #Bloomsday 2017.
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves. James Joyce
Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount Strand?
Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others’ eyes but they can’t see the beam in their own.
… these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…
See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.
Each day a journey in a universe of no fixed abode
Hold to the now, the here , through which all future plunges to the past
O and the sea the sea crimson
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the fig trees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the
queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rose gardens and the jessamine
and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar
as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I
put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my
eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I
put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes
and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.