“Yo, Bloom, Happy Bloomsday!”

Aaron Beall – co-founder of New York City’s International Fringe Festival – said:

Last year on Bloomsday, I dressed in my theatre as Bloom, in a black mourning suit, black bowler and portmanteau before jumping on the No. 1 train to head uptown to Symphony Space. I was a celebrity. On the train people would come up to me and ask shyly, “You’re Bloom, aren’t you?” and I would nod “yes”. Everyone was delighted to see me, they were looking for me, their literary pop star, and out on the street, they called to me, “Yo, Bloom, Happy Bloomsday,” waving their copies of Ulysses, from out of whose pages I’d stepped.

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