Having my way with Ulysses

Turning the curve

They hailed him cheeringly, their encient, the murrainer, and wallruse, the merman, ye seal that lubs you lassers, Thallasee or Tullafilmagh, when come of uniform age.9:42 am

I hear voices, sweet toned, sustained.  They are calling me from the Sound.  I wave, they wave.  Are they drowning?  No.  Waving.  I hear a single voice.  Maaaaaaaaa.  Maaaaaaaaa.  There, a sleek brown head, far out in the water, round.  A seal.  Maaaaaaaaa.