James Joyce by Barrie Maguire
“I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the
professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way
of insuring one’s immortality.”
professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way
of insuring one’s immortality.”
James Joyce
The trouble with reading great literature is that it can be overwhelming, dazzling, intimidating. Who am I to comment upon such eminent writers as Joyce? People have devoted their lives to the study of his works! On reflection, readers, I was overawed by the great man. So I was not really myself in my previous blog.
I have, therefore, returned to The Dead and taken the liberty of adding a personal dimension. I am not sure what my cheerful chirpings contribute to the canon of wisdom. Not much, I suspect!! I hope, however, that Joyce would agree that it is the everyday minutiae of life that makes us who we are and connects us to the rest of humanity.
sedsemperamor 
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