Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman. — She's making for Bullock harbour. The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay w

Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman. — She's making for Bullock harbour. The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain. — There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, salt white. Here I am. Nice website, if a little unresponsive. If it gets just one more person to crack Ulysses and discover the immense beauty of this extraordinary work than it has to have been worth it.