-- God, he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks. I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
-- Ulysses Chap. 1
Merde, dit-il.
Regarde, Dedale!
Regarde la mer
Notre douce et grise mere
La mer vert-de-gris
Gris cadavre
La mere douce-amere.
Thalassa! Thalassa!
Lis dans le texte, Dedale!
Lie-de-vin
Ligne de vie
Lit de mort
Bois la tasse
A ta sante!
A la vie a la mort
Mort en mer
Mise en biere
Vert morve
Mer morte
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