thesis-ing today, but dreaming of the french riviera (probably because i watched "bonjour tristesse" on tcm yesterday). wearing my chambray shirt in tribute. ah, la vie!
"By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom."
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