"A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk."
Brilliant. I laughed out loud in the silent section of the library (no laughter, only silence), much to the other occupants' chagrin. Bloom has an endlessly entertaining mind and I love listening. Now I'm in the blowhard chapter, hearing all about everything and much about nothing. "Fuit Ilium. The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today." -Professor MacHugh. Or as I would translate it, "the sack of windy Telegraph employees". (Ben helped with this to no end...Aeolus-the God of Wind, oh right and thank you).
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