“I guess the man’s a genius, but what a dirty mind he has, hasn’t he?” —Nora Joyce (James Joyce’s wife, on Molly Bloom’s sexy 60-page monologue at the end of Ulysses) I was a Flower of the mountain no when I put the rosemary in my hair like the Calabrian girls used or shall I […]

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(Italian: “to soak the biscuit”, i.e. to have sex) Who could resist that Butternut Snap lap crumbly like an Anzac in the sack Scotch Finger steady on the Tiny Teddy Swallow’s Bush Biscuit Milk Arrowroot and Adora Cream lips breathlessly mumblin’ the Honey Jumble?   

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