A big wind today, feel it through the doors. They always put doors one opposite the other for the wind to. Way in. Way out. Let the building breathe. Choke otherwise. No, air has to circulate, breeze around. Door whispers. Ee: cree. Putting together an ad deal for Alexander Keyes and needed a bit of a cut and paste from Red Murray. Think I know his nephew. Have to ask another time. Stately Brayden came barreling statelily through before I could bump the words out of my head. Simon Dedalus says he keeps all his brains in the nape of his neck. Red thinks Neck looks like Jesus and he does, although hard to imagine Jesus at that size. I think he looks a bit like the guy who sang co-ome thou lost one, co-ome thou dear one. Jesuslooking with a beardframed face. Nice to imagine. Jesus talking in the dusk with Mary at his feet. And Martha content, joyful, serving food. The passive and the active, loving sisters.
The Active: Loving, my ass! News flash: I had to take the train from Bethany, then a bus, then a cab to the airport, change planes at JFK that stinking bunghole, then Seatac, train, bus just to tell you personally: Mary the cheapest whore in the world will suck your balls for ten bucks in any alley or back seat you like. In any alley or back seat you like for ten bucks Mary the cheapest whore in the world will suck your balls.