Green Icebergs

I finished Joyce's Dubliners. Good thing there weren't any loaded guns at
hand or I would have shot the nearest Irish man to put him out of his
misery.

The Jesuits must have pinched and squeezed Joyce's heart until they turned
it into a little lump of coal. Catholic fossil fuel for the fire I suppose.
The next time I offer up incense, I'll ask that this last serpent is driven
from God's green Earth.

Scottie, if this is the tip of the iceberg then we are all doomed on this
Titanic, like the schlock horror movie that ends with the hand from the
grave grabbing our hero at the closing scene.

Ich bin ein Dubliner, Joyce! Tear down this wall!

By the way, what's this fascination Joyce has with large heads? I have it
on good authority that 'Kennedy' is Gaelic for 'a LARGE mis-shapened head'.

Daniel
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