Having my way with Ulysses

Looking for something lost in a past life

On a field tenny a buck, trippant, sable, unattired. 11:32 am

The dog on the beach was chasing a shadow and in my vision I saw in him wearing the tatters of a bear, a wolf, a calf, a buck.  He sniffed just like a dog the carcass of his dead brother before he moved to one great goal.  Here lies poor dogsbody’s body.  Me.  A yew on a field sable, couchant, fallen, blasted.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.