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James Joyce - Ulysses

Boys, do it now. 

God’s time is 12.25. 

Tell mother you’ll be there. 

Rush your order and you play a slick ace. 

Join on right here! 

Book through to eternity junction, the non-stop run. 

Just one word more.  Are you a god or a doggone clod? 

If the second advent came to Coney island are we ready? 

Florry Christ, Stephen Christ, Zoe Christ, Bloom Christ, Kitty Christ, Lynch Christ, it’s up to you to sense that cosmic force. 

Have we cold feet about the cosmos?  No.  Be on the side of the angels.  Be a prism. 

You have that something within, the higher self. 

You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll.  Are you all in this vibration?  I say you are. 

You once nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. 

You got me? 

It’s a lifebrightener, sure. 

The hottest stuff ever was.  It’s the whole pie with jam in it.  It’s just the cutest snappiest line out. 

It is immense supersumptious. 

It restores.