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THROUGH VERY SHORT TIMES OF SPACE. The red door of No.16 North Frederick Street slams behind him as he enters into this newly minted morning sunshine so thick one feels like a fish swimming through it. Sunlight spangles a tiny puddle turning it into a jewel that only the eye can cherish. Ahhhh "...the ineluctable modality of the visible." He turns right into Upper Dorset Street pulling an "Ahhh...howya!" out of the man who makes the false teeth! Then turning left into Eccles Street giving the nod to No. 7 Bloom's house in ULYSSES. Here in its run down state though still shining in his fictionality. Soon they will knock it down and what will the tourists do then poor things. Sure some bright spark will rescue it from its rubble and the door will live again some streets away again. Ahhh...." the ineluctable modality of the visible." I go to Quinn's gym to get my Molly (  Philomena her name is ) a cottage cheese with pineapple on a Weetabix base. It is a 16th of June somewhere in the 80's as I retrace my own earlier Joycean footsteps. Rat-a-tat-tat on Bloom's door. "Are ya there Leopold?" But the bold Leopold doesn't answer. The 16th of forever I am "...walking through it howsomever." The sun smirks as such Joyceisms. "I am, a stride of  a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space." A horse and cart as if from the past saunters by timelessly. Ah "...the ineluctable modality of the audible." My Molly who is really a Philomena spoons the deliciousness of the creamy dessert into her and yes she says mmmm...yes....mmmm Yes.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
THROUGH VERY SHORT TIMES OF SPACE.
THROUGH VERY SHORT TIMES OF SPACE. The red door of No.16 North Frederick Street slams behind him as he enters into this newly minted morning sunshine so thick one feels like a fish swimming through it. Sunlight spangles a tiny puddle turning it into a jewel that only the eye can cherish. Ahhhh "...the ineluctable modality of the visible." He turns right into Upper Dorset Street pulling an "Ahhh...howya!" out of the man who makes the false teeth! Then turning left into Eccles Street giving the nod to No. 7 Bloom's house in ULYSSES. Here in its run down state though still shining in his fictionality. Soon they will knock it down and what will the tourists do then poor things. Sure some bright spark will rescue it from its rubble and the door will live again some streets away again. Ahhh...." the ineluctable modality of the visible." I go to Quinn's gym to get my Molly (  Philomena her name is ) a cottage cheese with pineapple on a Weetabix base. It is a 16th of June somewhere in the 80's as I retrace my own earlier Joycean footsteps. Rat-a-tat-tat on Bloom's door. "Are ya there Leopold?" But the bold Leopold doesn't answer. The 16th of forever I am "...walking through it howsomever." The sun smirks as such Joyceisms. "I am, a stride of  a time. A very short space of time through very short times of space." A horse and cart as if from the past saunters by timelessly. Ah "...the ineluctable modality of the audible." My Molly who is really a Philomena spoons the deliciousness of the creamy dessert into her and yes she says mmmm...yes....mmmm Yes.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
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