Having my way with Ulysses

I am going to scream.

Alchymist: Tell me therefore who that Mercury is? Nature: Know that I have but one such Sonne, and he is one of seven, and he is the first; and he is all things who was but one; he is nothing, and his number is entire; in him are the four Elements, and yet himself is no Element; he is a spirit, and yet hath a body; he is a man, and yet acts the part of a woman; he is a child, and yet bears the armes of a man; he is a beast, and yet hath the wings of a bird; he is poison, yet cureth the leprosie; he is life, yet he kills all things; he is a King, yet another possesseth his Kingdome, he flyeth from the fire, yet fire is made of him; he is water, yet wets not; he is earth, yet he is sowed; he is air, yet lives in water.12:21 am

Long ago I was a king. I was a king. I was a king drawn by my prick to destruction. Listen. It’s good to be the king. I had them all. They were my nourishment. The beautiful, the pretty pretty, the flexible. But they, each and every, become so much the same when judged by sight and touch. Tedious, really. I sampled the other senses. Auditory: I culled the ones with melodious voices. Then just the ones I could stand the sound of. Smell: now this was something worth exploring. I liked the vegans for a while; they smelled like grasses and wheat. But even then my nose tended downward toward the more interestingly oderiferous, the pungent, the rank and the reeking. Such variety. Taste. Ah, well, the nuances of flavor. ┬áThe rare nightbird flavored with honey, but mostly the sweet nuttiness of bivalve oysters old fish in bed. My movements were automatic. Instinct rules the world in life, in death. I was a king, and I spent my brief existence in reiterated coition. Now I am as you see me, drawn as others like me to my appropriate sun.