#211 K.M.R.I.A by upright | Sep 15, 2018 | Ulysses | 0 comments K.M.R.I.A. —He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him. While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on jerkily. Tweet Share 0 Reddit +1 Pocket LinkedIn 0 Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.