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Ulyssesfield

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Permanent URL: https://mezzacotta.net/garfield/?comic=5507

Strip by: Sonikku A

{Jon excitedly announces to his cat}
Jon: Garfield, I decided I should read more!
{Jon takes out his green book. If one looks through the low resolution, they can see that the book bind says Ulysses. He begins to read, as Garfield stares unamused}
Jon: "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
'Introibo ad altare Dei'.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
'Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!'
Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
Buck Mulligan Peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.
'Back to barracks!' he said sternly.
He added in a preacher's tone:
'For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.'
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points.
'Chrysostomos'
Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.
'Thanks, old chap,' he cried briskly. 'That will do nicely. Switch off the current, will you?'
He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips
'The mockery of it!' he said gaily. 'Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!'
He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he..."
{Jon and the person editing this joke have a severe migraine}
Jon: That's enough for today...my head hurts
{Garfield announces to the audience}
Garfield: Tomorrow, "Remembrance of Things past"!

The author writes:

In ref to SRoMG #5011, take that Linguanaut! But seriously, formatting this out of dedicated teasing was a baaad idea. The word salad in this is obnoxious

Original strip: 2021-10-05.