“He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris’s and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right.” – Leopold Bloom
Today’s timely Terrible Tercet -
Starbucks brews coffee for the masses,
Where Yeates and Son sold fieldglasses,
The better for Bloom to eye lasses’ asses.
Stay tuned for more mind-flips and time-slips.
Same Rocky time, same Horror channel.
Updated: Aug 15, 2023
Today’s Ezraku:
In the Hodges Figgis Bookshop of Dublin
The lives, the people on these shelves:
Servant’s cracked lookingglass – ours, ourselves.
Stay tuned for more bibliophile biblio-files.
Same booky time, same wormy channel.
Updated: Aug 15, 2023
“The virgin at Hodges Figgis’ window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you were going to write. Keen glance you gave her.” – Stephen Dedalus
Today’s Terrible Tercet:
On a shelf of the Hodges Figgis bookshop:
Their exclusive edition of Useless is tiptop.
There I go again - another malaprop.
Stay tuned for more mouth malfunctions.
Same Freudian time, same slippery channel.