Reading Ulysses in Montana #120

A lazy shot of Rose Law gave help to the sphinx-riddled face of Paris Hand in her hard protest, in press, in favor of the prime shoulder.

Paris told Mr. O her spleen was in his gasp–or grasp–whichever he preferred.

Mr. O sighed on his tiptoe a weak breath of fresh air. The mockery in Finland announced his gentle art with a sweep of his muse.

Loose. Loose literature is loud enough for Paris to protest in her youthful deeds. And the gate to the park had talent to spare.