And if I'm going to be truly 'Joycean' then I can make up my own words. That may come in handy when I've got my rage on.
I haven't been enraged lately. It's because no one sends me emails anymore extolling the glory of Christ's Holy War against Muslims and Mexicans. Yesterday, I sat in my car in back of K-Mart, crying like a baby until I realized that my conservative/paranoid townspeople might think I was holding a bomb in my lap instead of a dead kitten. Supressing the urge to yell "Allah a Akbar" out the window, I drove home and made a lovely grave for my boy. I planted cosmos and corn over him, because if he had lived he would have been tall. Sweet dreams, Heinie.