Ulysses

—Look at the sea. What does it care about offences?

love’s bitter mystery

I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility.

He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra.

Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Ulysses’ is the Latin equivalent of the Greek ‘Odysseus’, the name of the wily warrior celebrated by Homer

Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.

never goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one

theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic