Clapcop. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
Goodgod henev erheard inall.
Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
A moonlight nightcall: far: far.
I feel so sad. P.S. So lonely blooming.
Listen! (329)
What the fuck? This is the great James Joyce? Ulysses, the holy grail of literature? Fuck that. I’m going back to reading Steven King.
Totally agree! Who decides what these great books are anyway?