Miss Tarrant secured seats at a rather crumby table near the serving-hatch, and Peter wedged himself in with some difficulty next to a very large, curly-haired man in a velvet coat, who was earnestly conversing with a thin, eager young woman in a Russian blouse, Venetian beads, a Hungarian shawl and a Spanish comb, looking like a personification of the United Front of the “Internationale.” 548 more words
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Recently in workshopping we did a writing exercise based on the stream of consciousness style of writing, much like in James Joyce’s Ulysses. I find that this style of writing is best summed up by David Lodge, who says its purpose is ‘to characterize the continuous flow of thought and sensation in the human mind’*. 794 more words
Well holy shit.
That was a long time between postings. Sorry about that. I mean I try to start a blog and nothing really works does it? 948 more words