Ulysses (1922) — Chapter 4
O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.You are my looking glass from night to morning.I’d rather have you without a farthingThan Katey Keogh with her ass and garden.
James Joyce (1882–1941)
O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.You are my looking glass from night to morning.I’d rather have you without a farthingThan Katey Keogh with her ass and garden.