Having my way with Ulysses

The Gods themselves are simply agents of a great high mystery, the secret of which is found in mathematics.

Before a thousand years have passed -- a span that, for eternity, is less space than an eyeblink for the slowest sphere in heaven -- would you find greater glory if you left your flesh when it was old than if your death had come before your infant words were spent? 9:24 am

Milly is fifteen but I remember like yesterday calling the midwife when she was born.  She was the same one.  She knew instantly Rudy wouldn’t live.  God is good she said and she knew better.  He lived eleven days.  He’d be eleven now.  If I could overreach, into this now or out of this now.  Oh it is a difference of all enormity.  I was so proud.  I’d give my every eyeblink.  She knew at once.  She knew.  From the first.

From my DD

Most Illustrious and Beloved Lord Father, As for the citron, which you commanded me Sire, to make into candy, I have come up with only this little bit that I send you now, because I am afraid the fruit was not fresh enough for the confection to reach the state of perfection I would have liked, and indeed it did not turn out very well after all. Along with this I am sending you two baked pears for these festive days.... Your most affectionate daughter S. Maria Celeste Galilei9:18 am

An email from Milly:

D Papli,

TYVM 4 teh lvl b-day pres.  Its hella bomb nd super perty. :^)  Evry1 sys im all th@.  I got moms bx of creams nd m writn.  Their kewl.  ^_^ Doin gr8 in pic job.  Coghlan tk 1 of me w/ his OL.  wil 4wrd.  did gr8 biz yda.  Wuz nc & all teh bfls wer out.  Mndy were goin 2 hang @ Lake Padden, nmjc.  aml 2 mom & lyl 2 u & *K* :-# & tx!  Im catchn ppl ltm.  Thr wil b a show n teh Greville Arms Satdy.  Thrs a yg Im crushin on named Bannon his fam $_$ he cn wail to Boylin’s (omg I wuz gonna tipe Blazes Boylin’s) song bout teh seaside gurlz.  Tell him lol Milly sez hag1.  TTFN.

4eva ur dd,

Milly

btw sry 4 typos, g2g b4n

M

The simulacrum is true

The simulacrum is never what hides the truth -- it is the truth that hides the fact that there is none. 8:51 am

Silly Milly gave me a genuine reproduction crown derby moustache cup for my birthday when she was five.  Four.  I gave her the real imitation aberoid necklace she broke.  Then we played pretend with the mail, me putting pieces of folded brown paper into the mailbox for her.  Look Milly, you got a bona fide letter and I’d present her with the fake, and look here’s a forgery, and see Milly a fabrication, and this one’s for you a fiction, and here’s yours an invention, and what have we here the make believe, and for you an affectation, and look here’s your pretence, and Milly somebody sent you a fraud and a mock and a pseudo and here’s a counterfeit sham and an unreal inauthentic and oh how nice this one’s the implausible and here’s a subterfuge and a phony and a simulation and the simulacral just for you my darling.  Oh she is my lookingglass from night to morning.  We laughed when she found Mr Goodwin’s mirror in his hat, that polite old perve, bowing Molly off the stage.  Look what I found!  Pert little piece she was, sex breaking out even then.

O Milly Bloom you are my darling

8:48 am

Milly’s email: hat, thanks: job: Lake Padden: young student: Blazes Boylin’s girls. 

 

Backward eye

I see nothing8:42 am

Email from Milly and she sent a text to Molly.  I took her her phone just now when a text came through and there was another on the screen.  She stuck the phone under her pillow when I handed it to her, but I still saw through halfclosed eyes.

Quick warm sunlight came running

The tasks above are as the flasks below, saith the emerald canticle of Hermes and all's loth and pleasestir, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriolcosmically, in a more and more almightily expanding universe under one, there is rhymeless reason to believe, original sun. 8:39 am

Sun break.  I can hear the warm running sunlight.  Milly in sandals along the brightening sidewalk.  A girl with gold hair running to meet me.  Rudy’s birthday today.  Would have been.