For Yahweh's sake lay off the kidneys, man. They're making you smell like piss. Maybe that's why your wife is climbing on some other dude. Just an idea. I can't say for sure that's the reason, even though I did once read Molly's mind (we all did).
Anyway, just putting it out there.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
James Joyce | Ulysses | 1922