Bloomsday Dialogue

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

Another Bloomsday

Sláinte.

 

Mr. Bloom's tiny Gratification

It's not Joyceday.

Bloom's Day in Seanhenge

... today means weeding weeding weeding

 instead of reading

or even making words words words

which, by the way, easily can become a sword.

Tonight I might open page 506 of Richard Ellman's Joyce biography, though.

Why page 506 (pp)?

The answer you could find by visiting Stan's dwelling, while its owner - so to speak - is celebrating Molly's Day. 

Enjoy.

Just in case you don't know ...

... what day we have.

Ah, a Joycean you might think. Well, there's also one book to be seen that's not written by or about Joyce.
It is said had he not been ding-dong Joyce would have written like this very gentleman. :)

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