“Why was he doubly irritated? Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.”
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”
“Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”
Paz de la Huerta