Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Glycon.

IRCP.

Wu xia.

Ink in the stomach.

A nightmare from which etc.

Also, I’d like to join my wingnut brethren in demanding to know why Google insists on slighting Western civilization everywhere by not honoring Bloomsday with one of those special little squiggly cartoon things. (Is a stately plump Buck Milligan too much to ask?)

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Minneapolis.

Ostranenie.

Pynchon.

Research.

Nestflix.

Traitors.

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