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Ulysses [1920]: Episode 6 – “Hades”

He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had outlived him, lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who knows after? Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back, waiting. It never comes. One must go first: alone under the ground: and lie no more in her warm bed.

— James Joyce

My self was born XVII: XLII, Dies Lunae, XI.V.MCMLXIV at Latitude: 33-17’40” N Longitude: 083-57’58” W: Jackson is in Butts County, Georgia at an elevation of 705 feet, state of canorous brown thrashers [Toxostoma rufum], chorusing green tree frogs [Hyla cinerea] and invasive Cherokee roses [Rosa laevigata]. Interests include reading/writing, currently working on hodgepodge book: poetry, essays, other [140 p of 207 complete]. Retired, United States Air Force. Divorced. Ephemeris heavily populated by Taurus: Sol, Luna, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter–my two daughters say–I like old things; classics, I would counter. Interests: formatting documents/tables, classical music *a pattern forms*, Shakespeare, Joyce, Jung: maybe I was born old. Sadly, I have not published anything [well, I have on this blog :)]—more critic than creator, so far. However, English major still tantalized by math.

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