I’m feeling sluggish today so headed straight for the "Lotus Eaters" chapter in Ulysses, a chapter all about drug-induced drowsiness. I drew lazing slug-lump on the last page of the chapter. This seems like a bizarre sentence choice — after all, the languid floating flower is Leopold Bloom’s “limp father of thousands” soaking in the bath — but it really is the most fitting bit to describe my slug-like dozing, droopy, and dull body today.
I’m feeling sluggish today so headed straight for the "Lotus Eaters" chapter in Ulysses, a chapter all about drug-induced drowsiness. I drew lazing slug-lump on the last page of the chapter.
This seems like a bizarre sentence choice — after all, the languid floating flower is Leopold Bloom’s “limp father of thousands” soaking in the bath — but it really is the most fitting bit to describe my slug-like dozing, droopy, and dull body today.