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Ernest Hemingway, Archie Pelkey and James Joyce

Pelkey puts a steaming pot of real coffee, a cup and saucer, and two slices of buttered toast, onto a table at which Hemingway is sitting, reading.
" What's the book, general?"
" Well done, Archie."
" Hell, I know a book when I see a fellah reading one."
" Well, this book, Professor Pelkey, is called Ulysses, and was written by an old friend of mine called James Joyce. He's dead now."
" Is that so?"
" That is so."
" So what's it about, this book by your dead friend?"
" It's about one day in Dublin, back in 1904, a day seen from the viewpoint of several people, most notably Stephen Dedalus, Buck Mulligan, Leopald Bloom and his wife, Molly."
" Looking at the thickness of the book, general, it must have been one hell of a long day."
" Archie, just pour me a cup of coffee."
" Yes sir, general."