Olivia
não tem acento. Olivia não tem critérios. Olivia não existe. Olivia talvez
seja fruto da sua imaginação. 
sábado, 16/06/2007
Who's dead?
- How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?- I don't know, says Alf I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam. Only I was running after that ...
- You what? says Joe, throwing down the letters. With who?
- With Dignam, says Alf.
- Is it Paddy? says Joe.
- Yes, says Alf. Why?
- Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.
- Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf.
- Ay, says Joe.
- Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.
- Who's dead? says Bob Doran.
- You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
- What? says Alf. Good Christ, only five ... What? ... And Willy Murray with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's ... What? Dignam dead?
- What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who's talking about... ?
- Dead! says Alf. He's no more dead than you are.
- Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow.
- Paddy? says Alf.
- Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.
- Good Christ! says Alf.
Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.
o capítulo Cyclops, do Ulysses, de James Joyce.
Humm.. Nice Bloomsday!
Adoraria poder dizer "opa, já li isso em algum lugar".
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