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One day James Joyce was approached by an admirer in Zurich and he said, ”May I kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses?” The Irish author somewhat bashfully replied,
”No, it did lots of other things too.”
Joyce had long ago turned his back on the land of his fathers because he felt stifled in that narrow parochialism of his countrymen. He lived in genteel poverty true to his personal vision. Ulysses was the result. Now Ireland claims him as one of their great sons. Had he stuck to the place and wrote for a mead of praise he would have been forgotten even before he was dead.
James Joyce the man. Everything else was beside the point.
benny
posted by benny @ 7:03 PM
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Like I said, how would one know? Great writing, beside the subject, very nice to meet you. I only had time this AM for two posts, I will read some more soon, thanks for your visit Benny, a privilege.
Have a nice weekend Jim. Greetings to you.
benny
I am amused by his reply.
University College, Oxford threw Shelley out after one year. Now they claim him as one of their own.
It is a time honored custom for the society to persecute the genius and then erect memorials in marbles.( Jesus remarked on this). Wilde was cast out for his homosexuality as a pariah; Shelly for his atheism. Genius is self directing and knows its own place in posteriety. Society merely compromises to keep up with the times.
benny
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