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That's what I remember as well.

Clearly Jose, you're someone who likes Guinness Stout along with those frosted cupcakes.

I was also scared off by "Portrait of the Artist" when I was young, but was snowed in for 4 days when I was sixteen in Utica, at a friend of my parents' house. The only book worth reading was "Ulysses" and I fell in love with it. I didn't know what it meant, but I loved the language and the...

But of course! The print was stunning, awash with baby blues and blushing pinks and randy reds. Watching it was similar to seeing a roomfull of crinoline sashay against a panoply of soda fountain specials, with lots of whipped cream and chocolate sprinkes and walnuts. Though the "The Harvey...

She was definitely magnificent, with a voice like a sensuous fog and a personality indescribable but transcendent; a performance that exited on so many levels, it's impossible to forget.

Except that final scene goes on for something like over 100 pages--I saw Siobhan McKenna read it once at Symphony Space during Bloomsday; it was really long, and not especially orgasmic--and I wouldn't want to have to read that many yes-es.