Re Joyce (James) O happy days Ireland does re joyce   A gnol a devol a nur reviv   Upfinnegan w/ (s)laughter   He hung up   St Jimmy O’Sinner of Dublin,   O fella no Bloom-  Ing flower, petals crushed   In Molly’s coddled bed   His ruptfirm godlike (Ya, H C E)  Twicer he hollowed onaphone   Linguefiction’s penman is Shaun to a quill,   Sing T, even stephen   She Anna runs along the river lippy yes now   Here she comes here comes   everybody  Now   Is yes

Dreams, Memories, Visions    Of life as a ‘story   of the self-realization   of the unconsciousness’ ... p. 17     Digging up bones   and a little light in fog ... pp. 104, 107     Walking through a valley   to hand a goddess an umbrella ... pp. 155, 161     § Of trees as the embodiments   of life’s incomprehensible meaning ... p. 86     The bitterness of Freud   and the analogy   with God ... pp. 75, 175     A white dove transformed   into the ghost   of a customs official .

Cryptic The scent of a foreign newspaper in the morning: New ink on old investments and trades. While down in Berlin, the autobus...