I wasn't able to embed the first part of Molly's yammering because it was deemed too naughty by the "YouTube community" (the allusions to repeated anal sex—and more!—in part two being, uh, too allusive). Have a stately, plump Bloomsday, y'all.
Tags: Bloomsday, James Joyce, Molly Bloom, Molly Bloom's soliloquy, The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit, Video
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