Duelling words unsaid in the library

Unsheathe your dagger definitions.  Horseness is the whatness of allhorse.  Streams of tendency and eons they worship.  God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.  Space: what you damn well have to see.  Through spaces smaller than red globules of man’s blood they creepy-crawl after Blake’s buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is shadow.  Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges  to the past.

James Joyce, Ulysses,  Episode 9 : Scylla and Charybdis

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