Having my way with Ulysses

With her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion.

• Eumaeus

In differential calculus the function is given and the differential is obtained (and this frenzy to be lifelike can only be our mythic denial of an apprehension of death).1:45 am

Don’t look bored. Don’t look bored he says. Easy for you to say you’re doing something. I’m doing something he says. What am I doing that’s so? Estupido. Have me sitting here. I have pride. I don’t have to sit here for him or no anybody. And for what? For him to sell me in the streets? that’s what I mean to you hey? Just sit here. Wear this. Be the circus girl. Come on now baby, you’re the circus girl he says you’re the contortionist and you can bend and twist all around me  yes and rub yes ruby your body yes and twist round me and I’ll twist all around you. We’ll criss cross, you do me I do you. Snaky helixing. Caedeusalicious.  All to see. You want to sell me in the streets? You want i should walk the streets? I will too and I’ll get good money and men I’ll have men I take all of the men. Doubles: the only kind of doubles I play. How you stand there and paint. Don’t look bored. Hours and don’t look bored. I could be doing anything from A to G, but you got me sitting here all fucking whatever time it is while you try and prove that painting can somehow be closer to theatre than a photograph or 32 photographs per second per second.  You ever think you might be the only one who sees it that way? Come on. Please. I sit here with my back and you look at me like I could be the tent. Don’t look bored. I’m keeping the outfit.

Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat, neck

• Aeolus

Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind, In winged speed no motion shall I know12:00 pm

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.