Vladimir Nabokov’s map of Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus’s routes around Dublin in James Joyce’s Ulysses
I’m back, by the way, and I’m never not down with Nabokov manuscripts.
Vladimir Nabokov’s map of Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus’s routes around Dublin in James Joyce’s Ulysses
I’m back, by the way, and I’m never not down with Nabokov manuscripts.
The Pogues — “The Sickbed of Cuchulainn.”
Now you’ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they’ll take you from this dump you’re in and stick you in a box
Then they’ll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you’ll stick your head back out and shout “We’ll have another round!”
Happy St. Patrick’s, everybody. Deck some fucking blackshirts for me.
Donkey strength, as Tom Wolfe’s Irish-American detective in Bonfire of the Vanities would say.
(Source: vintascope)
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