It is a bookshop near Trinity College. Yesterday, there, I received my presence. We read the first chapter of Ulysses, James Joyce. Twelve persons: Irish, of course, China, Italian, French, Brassily and finally a Spanish man who tried to kill the correct and wonderful English language that others persons was reading. If you visit Dublin, it will be a nice time to speech with PJ and if your visit is on Thursday, at seven o'clock, you can read or listen to one day in the life of Leopold Bloom and his wonderful friends. If these day, an Irish young explain you this chapter and also the situation about the book, you'd like to understand every English sound and if you're so unconscious than me and you try to read a page, more or less, you're felt in the middle of Dublin, a hundred years ago. For the moment, the Three Wise Men came in with me, yesterday and ....because I'm a Irish man, we drunk together Guinness pint, nor one, no two, nor.....
this morning, this morning. uff!
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