 Thank you. That was lovely. And Luca, from Marcos Books, is going to read for us. Thank you so much. A selection from Ulysses by James Joyce. I just made a whole book. Ulysses was published in 1922. The entire book takes place over the course of about 17 hours on June 16th, 1904, and into the early morning hours of June 17th. The passage I want to read for you is from about 2 p.m. as you can maybe hear. The hero, Leopold Bloom, has been out about all day, but a few things to do to go to the funeral if somebody didn't really know all that well. Swinging by the newspaper office, trying to sell an advertisement or two. That's what he does, he's canvasser. At this point in time, it's about 2 o'clock, he's feeling a little bit hungry, he drops into David Burns' pub in the middle of Dublin, which actually still exists. To get a little bit of food, he's going to have a gorgonzola cheese sandwich, a glass of burgundy just to tie him over for a little while. He could go home, of course, and he might have to go home to get something to eat, but he knows that at 4 o'clock this afternoon, another man in Ulysses, Boylan, is going to come to his house and sleep with his wife. And there's nothing that he can do about it except, sort of accept it, right? He can't bring himself to a point of confrontation, so he decides he's just going to kind of stay out all day, you know, wander around like Odysseus from one place to another, you know, through various straights, overcoming various obstacles. But all the while, this is on his mind, and in this passage, as he's sitting down and having his lunch to drink his wine to eat his sandwich, the taste of the wine, the taste of the sandwich, they remind him of the day when he proposed to his wife. Many years ago, he's about 38 now, they have a 17-year-old daughter, so he's thinking back almost two decades, you know, to a day when he made love to his wife, you know, outside on Hothill, outside Dublin, and asked her to marry him. All the while knowing, of course, what's going to happen in a couple of hours. A warm human plumpness settled down in his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces, all him sailed, with hungered flesh obscurity, emutely craved to adorn. Stuck on pain, two flies buzzed, stuck. Glowing wine on his palate, lingered, swallowed. Crushing the wine-pressed grapes of burgundy, the sun's heat it is, seems to a secret touch, telling me memory touched his sense, moistened, remembered, hidden under, wild ferns on health, below us, bay, sleeping sky, no sound, the sky, the bay, purple, by the lion's head, like yellow-green towards Sutton, fields of undersea, the lion's faint, brown in grass, buried cities, pillowed on my coat she had, her hair, earwigs in the heather's scrub, pillowed on my coat, my hand under her nape, he'll toss me all for wonder. Cool, soft, with ointments, her hand touched me, caressed, her eyes upon me did not turn away, ravished over her eye-lay, full lips, full, open, kissed her mouth, young. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake, warm and chewed, mawkish pulp, her mouth had mumbled sweet and sour, with spittle joy, I needed joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting, soft, warm, sticky, gum jelly lips, flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes, pebbles fell, she lay still, a goat, no one, I on Ben Hoth, roto dendrons, a man you go, walking, short-footed, dropping currants, screened under ferns, she laughed, warm-folded, wildly I lay on her, kissed her eyes, her lips, her stretched neck, beating woman's breath, full in her blouse of nuns, veiling, fat nipples upright, hot, atoned her, she kissed me, I was kissed, all yielding, she tossed my hair, kissed, she kissed me, me.