Having my way with Ulysses

Mirthless high malicious laughter

The words troubled their gaze.10:03 am

Here’s one to pierce the polished mail of the mind.  I’ll tell it to Haines later.  I’ll be the jester in my master’s court.  I already feel indulged and disesteemed.

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Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.