The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Friday, June 16, 2006

REJOYCE!!!: It is Bloomsday, just in case you hadn’t realized it already—it is easy to get lost in the profusion of various special days and anniversaries these days, isn’t it—a day whereon thousands upon thousands of people take part in ceremonies and celebrations honoring the somewhat quotidian adventures of an advertising man who never existed as recounted in a book most people, including many of those celebrating the day, have never read. The celebration in Dublin, the fount of all things having to do with Bloom and his day, is now officially off, however, due to the funeral of the former prime minister of Ireland, Charles Haughey, who died just the other day. Haughey would have appreciated his funeral’s being a hundred and two years to the day after that of Paddy Dignam, I think.


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