Stephen Dedalus
Class of Elements
Clongowes Wood College
Sallins
County Kildaire
Ireland
Europe
The World
The Universe

[Voice Post]I can put it down with the letters already made, the letters on the keys. It isn't the same as writing, but the words are still there. It's same as as in my book. And there were the other lines, too ( Read more... )

Is it over? Well and truly? A flash of darkness and then restoration of all the fallen parts--yes, yes, I know, and I'll liken it to Revelation later.

But is it over?

Craving sweets. Call it comfort.

[ooc: For a dude who has nightmares about his dead mother rising from her grave? Not a good week.]

Hardly angelic. Only visionary. By which I mean delusional and nothing more ( Read more... )

An excess of silence, which is debauchery unto itself, and lascivious. The pleasure is mine. Lasciviousness amongst the lascivious, if the better part of the Networked Notebooks are to be believed. Hooked together. Network. Fish net. Yes, I see it, amid those same lank coils of seaweed hair, and we shall drown each other, slick as seals ( Read more... )

Cats. Curses. Slept in sunlight and chased my tail. And can say with full authority that the whiskers do not glow in the dark--so I was right. Why would they? Honestly. Feline ( Read more... )

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((The sound of waves, water, water on sand, restless, never resting. The sound of wind, wind on water, wind on sand, restless, never resting. The sound of footsteps, feet on sand, feet on stone.))

((A voice:))

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The letters yesterday, M in scarlet attached to me. I know what it means. Amor matris. Subject or object genitive. Objective. But I am removed of guilt. I have removed myself. To kneel would have been to fall out of my flights. Non serviam. And the letter is gone anyway ( Read more... )

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((Click))
((A young man's voice, tenor))

Invisibility is just the thing for me!
I am the boy that can enjoy
Invisibility!

((A confused pause))
((Click))

[ooc: Right, so, in Stephen's day, there weren't musicals, but there were operas and there were pantomimes. And these pantomimes, contrary to the silence of Marcel Marceau a lot ( Read more... )

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((Click))
((Fumbling a moment, then a male voice, aged but still high-pitched, Irish-accented.))
Can't see with the--
Ah.

My glasses?
Broke them on the cinder path, didn't I?

And all the letters before me, the whole of it in potentio, in embryo, the parts of the whole, greater than some of the parts, and I can't make out X from O ( Read more... )