A Portrait of the Artist's Mate

by Peter Wild

Plump, stately Buck Mulligan was fed fucking up with all of the endless equivocation. "I don't see why you can't call a spade a spade and be done with it," he said. "And I've had it with the wine-dark sea as well. If I ever see another wine-dark sea again it'll be twelve years too soon. " Jimmy chuckled. "Yer fucking Philistine yer," he said.


Peter Wild, author of Every Planet We Reach is Dead, makes his online home at peterwild.com.

1 comment:

madam Z said...

Arrrr, Matey. Next time try a nice Chablis.