Thierry

I read T's post today and all I can do as I read and re-read and use my flawed and shallow French and try to translate but I realize that yes I know the feeling he describes so perfectly and how odd and scary and upsetting and perfect it is to read about it on this blog which is linked to the other blogs which describe some strange sort of circle and which reminds me that we are all caught in the same kind of play, whether we admit it or not, whether we know it or not, whether we play or don't play. And all I can think of, for some reason, is Molly Bloom saying "yes yes yes" in the swirling magnificence of ULYSSES which I used to read once a year, but have neglected now for some time.