Five Fortunes

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You two ought to be more careful--your love could drag on for years and years.

The Priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly.
I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.
A voice, sweetened and sustained, called to him from the sea.
Turning the curve he waved his hand. A sleek brown head, a seal's, far
out on the water, round. Usurper.
-- James Joyce, "Ulysses"

You have no real enemies.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm
as intelligent as ever.
-- Samuel Beckett, "Endgame"

Q: Who cuts the grass on Walton's Mountain?
A: Lawn Boy.

Five Fortunes

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