Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
— That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
— What? Mr Deasy asked.
— A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
—For Bloomsday. (via evanfleischer)
(Source: evanfleischer)
It is a scent of such astonishing strength,
why, Leopold, there are flowers hidden
throughout the room. There must be for I
cannot sleep without the noise of a boquet,
and gently, gently, sir, you know
I sleep most gently in this small room.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
— That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
— What? Mr Deasy asked.
— A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
(Source: evanfleischer)
