The upcoming auction at Sotheby’s is making
me nauseous. I want to purchase James Joyce’s
spectacles. I can’t get them out of my head.
I wrote a poem about them last night. The
auction estimate for them is 3,000 – 5,000
pounds. Can I afford that? No!! I’m unem-
ployed but it isn’t an impossible amount like
50,000. I could try to find a lender and promise
interest and timely payments. I could buy lottery
tickets. I’d only have to match four numbers or
so to get 5,000. I could resort to petty crime.
Devise some internet scheme. Write papers
for grad students. Rob a small bank.

There is something so sexy and endearing about
glasses. If you love someone, and they wear
glasses,when they take them off, one is filled
with an enormous sense of desire and tenderness,
a deadly combination. James Joyce’s spectacles.
Oh my.