![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOv1inV9UZKfj0BT7nGQMAIkzeu8flLL58D2p838jtULdXf-H1apxNl3Hs_ywG-qhqcnArv4ZMlsXgb7CirOHujDwxlbQaVfBhbXHDSSqJs2HWk97eUgT1nY-pZySoZ2VdEhR3ciznv-k2_4PWqPQeZQtSR49BA5El_uTYle52OqVKo_qCIXEIV2SNJaY/w400-h275/Boccaccio-Bloom_2024_hrj_SJ_Omnium_web.JPG) |
Boccaccio: "Poldy, my friend, you don't have a birthday in Wikipedia, just the year of birth. How cometh?"
Bloom: "Boccia, my friend,: Happy Birthday! How cometh you've been dead for 649 years?"
Boccaccio: "Aren't we all mortal?"
Bloom (smiling softly): "Not all of us".
Boccaccio: ?
Bloom: "Because June 16th, 1904, I became immortal." |
Giovanni Boccaccio (16 June 1313 – 21 December 1375)
Leopold Bloom * 1866
Bloomsday
Ulyssses
James Joyce
And what a precious gift his immortality was and is.
ReplyDeleteBeing a mere mortal, I can confirm this. ;-)
DeleteCleverly done.
ReplyDeleteI take this as a compliment. Thank you, Mimi.
DeleteUn diàleg que es podria donar ben bé entre ells. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBona tarda, Sean.
As a witness to this conversation, I merely quoted what I heard. You can't make something like that up. ... ;-)
DeleteLa pau de la nit, Paula.