Bei dieser offenbar vor sich hin gammelnden Fruchtetüde
oder verfehlten Version eines Handkeschen Versuchs über den geglückten Tag
drängt sich Joyces Poldy Bloom ins Gehirn:
"That last day idea. Knowing them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps...."
;-).
oder verfehlten Version eines Handkeschen Versuchs über den geglückten Tag
drängt sich Joyces Poldy Bloom ins Gehirn:
"That last day idea. Knowing them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps...."
;-).
😉