Sunday, April 30, 2006


- He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
Zarathustra.


The oldest people. Wandered far away over all the earth, captivity to
captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. It lay there now. Now
it could bear no more. Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the
world.


James Joyce
Ulysses