Not waving but drowning
Looking at the unusually large waves being churned up on the shore of Brighton’s beach yesterday put me in mind of a particularly descriptive line from Joyce:
"Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea."
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