— Ignatius J. Reilly, A Confederacy of Dunces
John Tottenham (excerpt)
“You sea! I resign myself to you also…. I guess
what you mean,
I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me;
We must have a turn together…. I undress
…. hurry me out of sight of the land,
Cushion me soft…. rock me in
Dash me with amorous wet…. I can
Sea of stretched ground-swells!
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths!
Sea of the brine of life! Sea of unshovelled and always-
Howler and scooper of storms! Capricius and dainty
I am integral with you…. I too am of one phase
and of all phases.
Partaker of influx and efflux…. extroller of hate
Extroller of amies and those who sleep in each others’
Les Miserables in emoticons.