Deshil Hollis Eamus

Send us, bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us, bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us, bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hooopsa! Hoopsa, boyaboy, hooopsa! Hoopsa, boyaboy, hooopsa.

Yes, Bloomsday, James Joyce, Germ's Choice, Ulysses. Thanks to the able Cicerone, Frank Ficcara, I really do believe this all makes sense and at places, rises to great heights--i.e., not just a parlor trick. But I also think it is uneven, and probably never excels over the best parts of Dubliners or Portrait of the Artist.

Now, why do you suppose he omitted the exclamation point after the last "hoopsa"? Must be a dozen dissertations on that one...