I Am Proud To Be

One Of The Things I Could Never Get Accustomed To In My Youth Was The Difference I Found Between Life And Literature.

Mr Leopold Bloom Ate With Relish The Inner Organs Of Beasts And Fowls. He Liked Thick Giblet Soup, Nutty Gizzards, A Stuffed Roast Heart, Liverslices Fried With Crustcrumbs, Fried Hencods' Roes. Most Of All He Liked Grilled Mutton Kidneys Which Gave To His Palate A Fine Tang Of Faintly Scented Urine.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?