<p>“Couldn’t sink if you tried: so thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the. Or is it the volume is equal of the weight? It’s a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight? Thirtytwo feet per second, per second. Law of falling bodies: per second, per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It’s the force of gravity of the earth is the weight.”</p>
<p>Im going to a Bloomsday celebration today at the Hammer Museum in Westwood. [Bloomsday</a> at the Hammer - Hammer Museum](<a href=“http://hammer.ucla.edu/programs/detail/program_id/508]Bloomsday”>http://hammer.ucla.edu/programs/detail/program_id/508)
Joyce, art , Guinness, and music. What’s not to like?</p>
<p>“Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life.
What? says Alf.
Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.”</p>
<p>"What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?</p>
<p>The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit."</p>