Galoptious* episode! Yet, so very melancholy. I feel for Poldy, remembering past pleasures w/ his Molly “Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up.” (ML 1946 p.154) and wowchickabowwow! Poldy and Molly sexxy time on p.173 ☺️! (fans self indeed!)

Some Faves:
- pigeons plotting who’ll they’ll shit on p. 160: “…a flock of pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here’s good luck.”
- the perils of eating beefsteak p. 163: “Don’t eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you for all eternity.”
- the mysteries of oysters p. 172: “Yes but what about oysters. Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them out? … No. June has no ar no oysters.”
- Poldy’s art appreciation p. 174: “Beauty: it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall, naked goddesses.”

Indeed.

Posted a few links to fun web things via Twitter #TCUlysses. Also keeping track of these via Pocket (heh, appropriate; Poldy sure likes pockets too).

*var. of galluptious: wonderful, delightful, delicious

Here are my favorite two food-related sentiments from this weeks section:
“Vats of porter, wonderful.” (152) — Yes, please.
“Coming from the vegetarian. Only weggebobbles and fruit. Don’t eat a beefsteak.” (165) — I won’t eat beefsteak! Also, I like the word weggebobbles.

Aside from the food-iness, I also enjoyed this very existential pondering:
“I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I?” (168)

Bloom throwing cake to the birds. (Are we the birds?)

“Parallax.”

tall white hats … Following Y. (Why?)

“No-one is anything.

This is the worst hour of the day.  Vitality.  Dull, gloomy: hate this hour.  Feel as if I had been eaten and chewed. 

…Nature abhors a vacuum.”

And

…”parallax?” (and again)

And

“Can’t bring back time.  Like holding water in your hand.”

And

“Glowing wine in his palate lingered swallowed.”

And

“want to try in the dark to see.”

(Blind inexperience then consuming experience/life and how time digests it all.)