Bloomsday is upon us!
"When the sun first strikes the Martello Tower, the first notes of 'The Rose of Castille' shall ring out, the streets shall run with rashers, kidneys, and sausages, and I shall forge in the smithy of Dublin's soul the uncreated conscience of my race!"Â
I meant to post this too: a very detailed article on Stephen Joyce, James's grandson, and a notorious bear about who he lends authority to deal with the works.
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