A Day’s Description (a lame imitation of the Artist)

The Young J. Joyce

Beginning: hot hot big white coffee still red from the touch of the morning fire (artificial fire). Wondering around smiley and sulky papers (of all tastes) as  a mere administrator with the most objective attitude possible. What else, but follow the line of utter correctness.

A wintry ride back which bestows on you a most gloomy continence.

End: restful scent of the bed, plus smell of the unwashed 2 inches of  skin and itchy undergarments, which cannot be taken off on account of the general expectations which require a chic outfits even while entering the realm of sleep.