Notice that all people smile in the same language


I rose up one maypole morning and saw in my glass how nobody loves me but you. Ugh. Ugh.

All point in the shem direction as if to shun.

My name is Misha Misha but call me Toffey Tough. I mean Mettenchough. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. Ogh! Ogh!

{ James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, 1939 | Continue reading }

photo { Alison Brady }