Lena’s extravagant strand of slighted filters forgave the lump of adamite of its careless sobbing and took a more sincere approach to filing the strand a little less pointedly.
Lonnie said he would never have remembered the silent sleeper if the wretched filter hadn’t pilfered a pfennig. Extruding the mondlicht through a skeleton keyhole in the bedroom door, Lena weathered the storm, the tempest, the fury of Neptune on a good day, to see her way through to Lonnie’s behest for a more suitable bequest. The joy thus surrendered amounted to a thimbleful of what Lena and Lonnie could spare, so they spared away and let the mondlicht out through the skeleton keyhole in the door to the closet. A closed clothes closet clothed in the finest silk strands wishful thinking could buy–or steal–if we’re being honest–or more to the point, dishonest; a point Lena took a few too many pains to filter in the strand.
In more enlightened news, the mondlicht took a full inventory of the closed clothes closet and paid the bill in full. But not the bail.
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Fun to read! Cool to see all of the rhyming and alliteration in the word choice here.
Thanks, Margo. It’s fun to play with for sure! 🙂
Had to lookup “mondlicht”. :) You present this monumental work in the brightest light. Apparently I gave away my aging copy ages ago.
I got a new copy of Ulysses in the mail last week, and I’ve begun reading it again through my version of your lens.
Awesome! I hope you get what your looking for out of it. 🙂 In the past I’ve avoided using unusual or foreign words as not wanting to sound pretentious, but these days with fast internet search and AI assistants, it’s easy to get translations for those like you who are curious to “look it up”. I stumble on these words myself and they pop out again in the text, not from my vast knowledge of such stuff, but just from my superficial observation of words around me and how they sound. Thanks for the message!
No problem with looking up words; it’s a good habit. And I’ve been looking up words since I discovered Ezra Pound and his stunning command of multiple languages. I’ll probably be slowly digesting Ulysses for the remainder of my natural life. *smiles*
Somehow I’ll need to eventually digest enough of Ulysses to move on the Finnegan’s Wake. Something to look forward to, I guess.
I’m certain I’ll never revisit Finnegan’s Wake. Without digging up the book, here’s what I remember from page 1: “River run past Howell Castle and environs…” or words to that effect. I haven’t looked in over 30 years, so my memory is not that great. *smiles*
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Dang, just looked it up. Finnegans Wake begins in the middle of a sentence (its first words are “riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of short to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
🙂 Sounds like fun!
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