Come forth Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job.

All good things...

After nearly three months of effort and exhaustion, not the least for all those who had to read my eyas prose as it trip-hop-stumbled through vatic recrudescence and earnest acedia, I have finished that great monument to prodigiuos pedantic perversity, James Joyce’s Ulysses.  Now, with tongue firmly in jocoserious cheek, I resheathe my dagger definitions, awaken in aching accouchement and set out to find a shout in the street.

Any and all suggestions for a new project are welcome.

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