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Cǎnṭparts, bî Jemz Jôs

Ɖ bel rañ fyrịsli n, ẃn Mis Parcr wnt t ɖ tyb, a fyrịs vôs cōld ǎt in a pirsñ Norʈ v Îrḷnd axnt:

“Snd Farñtn hir!”Mis Parcr rtrnd t hr mśīn, seyñ t a man hu wz raitñ at a desc: 4,356 more words

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Bright Sunwashed Morning for Painting

Towards dawn he awoke. O what sweet music! His soul was all dewy wet. Over his limbs in sleep pale cool waves of light had passed. 204 more words

Joyce to Beckett: Ireland & Modernism

A symposium at Magdalene College, Cambridge, in association with the Cambridge Group for Irish Studies. 22-23 March 2018.

Serial publication of James Joyce’s Ulysses began in the New York based journal The Little Review in March 1918. 246 more words


Eveline, Joyce (Dubliners)

She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. 1,813 more words


falling faintly, faintly falling

One of my favorite passages in all literature, from the last paragraph of James Joyce’s The Dead:

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland.

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Ulysses. Hmmm.

Is it possible to not fully understand something – while being aware that you don’t fully understand it – and still get pleasure out of it? 990 more words

Book Reviews

The Flowering of James Joyce....

Burnt Church

  Thanks for that Senmaida.

  I’m definitely moving towards the Wake with these videos, all Joyce’s works being an integrated blossoming towards the vision embodied in it. 448 more words