The Only Decent People I Ever Saw

My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.

In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.

Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan Came From The Stairhead, Bearing A Bowl Of Lather On Which A Mirror And A Razor Lay Crossed.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

(...) The New Nine Muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty Of Specch, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics And Astronomy For The People.