@twodeadmagpies.bsky.social Just to let you know I finished over on X. I’m in recovery and can’t face doing anything more either with regards FW or transposing content onto this platform. But thank you for your support, it really helped during that difficult middle period. Hope you’re well!

—I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.

Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.

Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too.

@twodeadmagpies.bsky.social hello there! I’m moving over here too though will continue to completion on X. Too far gone to give up even with all the Elon

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air.