CSotD: Bloomsday meets Humpday
Yesterday was Bloomsday, in which people who have read Ulysses say “It’s Bloomsday” and if they’re in Dublin they can dress up as Leopold Bloom and walk around the places Joyce wrote about. And I suppose they might eat a kidney, masturbate, be cuckolded and get drunk to recreate the entire day. Keyes is unimpressed […]