He was a sworn Joycean, she was a sworn Nietzschean.
One night at the peak of their love making, she started to yell 'god is dead Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! god is dead !! Yes .... Yess.....Yesss'!!
To which his reply was, ' Yes, I will Yes. Trieste Zurich Paris.1914-1921'.
~ 04/07/06 Belfast Airport.
