martello tower sandycoveThe Definitive Indefinite Article call facility in Utar Pradesh has been seeing a huge uptick in inquiries about the future of Bloomsday Twiterature.  We have received braces of inquires since the rumored layoffs and downsizing at The Definitive Indefinite Article.  Thankfully a literary Super PAC, Modernists for an Unsure Tomorrow, has made a grant which ail guarantee the future of Bloomsday Twiterature for as long as the internet lasts.  With this largesse at out disposal, we can promise that this year’s installment will be something special but in the meantime, to prime you all for the upcoming extravaganza, here is the story so far:

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of

lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,

ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He

held the bowl aloft and intoned:

–_Introibo ad altare Dei_.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

–Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about

and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the

awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent

towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat

and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,

The Preternaturally Loyal Reader:  Ah that’s lovely now all the same though but.  I can’t wait to see where it goes next.  I mean I do be enjoying yer Hamptons Houseshare Hell and all but it’s not really a jewel of modernism now, is it?  The Bloomsday Twiterature is the highlight of my year, don’t you know.