Innereien zum Frühstück:

He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray.

Mittags dann ein Gorgonzola-Sandwich und Rotwein:

--Have you a cheese sandwich?
--Yes, sir.

Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.

--Wife well?
--Quite well, thanks .... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
--Yes, sir. [...]

Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with the chill off.

Angeregt hierdurch und andere Events zum Bloomsday.

Die BBC deckt die wahren Identitäten derzeit in der Weltmeisterschaft aktiver Sportler auf: Muss Jancker als Beluga sich in Japan besonderen Gefahren ausgesetzt sehen, da dort Walfleisch als Delikatesse gilt? [ Unbedingt über das Bild fahren! Sag' ich nur, da ich es erst spät gemerkt habe ... ] Oliver Kahn hat auch eine Zweitidentität. Überhaupt offenbart sich eine Tendenz der Torwarte in's Musik-Business: Hier der Zweitjob von Fabien Barthez. Eindrucksvoll die Wandlungsfähigkeit von Schiedsrichter Perluigi Collina, hier im Breitwandformat. [via Stefan]