On the matter of an extended walk around Dublin
I am feeling stately, plump. I rarely dine with anti-Semites (never knowingly). I do not eat with relish the internal organs of beasts and fowls. (The occasional fois gras excepted. Sweetbreads too. My tante Helen’s chopped liver also. Oh hell.)
Happy Bloomsday, all, a day late, in the greatest traditions of this blog.
Image: Wandering rocks (1967-1970) by Tony Smith