Imagine you were the shop-owner in Dublin who sold Joyce nerds lemon soap on Bloomsday (year-round, realistically) and one fateful June 16th you just … snapped.
Any credit to be profitably had in noting that real Joyce fans go to Zürich and sit in with Fritz Senn?
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Bloomsday, a day when everyone pretends to be...“gets” Ulysses, also known as EVERY DAY...
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