The hero breaks away from their embraces.
He sees staged plays writ by Akeephrases
Writes detailed notes on the star lit Yidnes
And scrutinizes the text of de Percnes
But crown'd as King--love sea lost Ilcydas.
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Weary had he grown a little lately
Then plump he read Buck Mulligan stately
Bearing aloft a shaving bowl of lather
His cue aside, read bloom in Joyce, he'd rather
This thought invigorated him greatly.
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He languished in the stacks, earned his degrees
For years his due he paid in debt his fees
From his subconcious arose that old quest.
My cue I forgot. This must be redressed.
Enchained to books, I must escape from these!
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