as kremastei loipon, opios metewros ixos stin karntarompa tou pantote ekei (mas) stixou. bloomsday - a fine day to exit - 'one by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age' exit to another race - gamw tin ratsa mou -
but remember
'welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race'
gamw tin ratsa mou!
ews to telos, epitelous - mia sagliki simiwsi sto vivliopwleio: 'phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pahrce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish'
shut those blinds
so that you cant see
read finnegan's wake
and drink koniakin
!'Unsheathe your dagger definitions.'
DEAR DIRTY CYPRUS
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