Reading Ulysses in Montana #76
Conway believed it silly to fold the sheets of the bantamweight too tightly over the outspread collar smuggled in from the fleshpot of Philly. Betting the cod to place at Ascot, sharp voices of bricks won the Christmas raffle of turkeys and sports. Sports and turkeys. Turkeys of sports.
The pleated cyclist gave her messenger boys a gift of a horseshoe to doubt in an instant the raised eye of Conway.
Cheerfully, you can keep your lips, chap!
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Waaay over my head! Who is Conway? You are jumping all over the place, Philly to Ascot, and Christmas Turkeys – I am missing something here! Or do I need to be a Philosophy Major I am impressed at any rate – good night
The less you try to understand, the more you’ll enjoy.