Posts tagged james joyce
They all speak our dialect, taking pleasure in preserving the harshness of the local accent. It’s a strange thing, that luxurious Parisian apartment full of the speech of Trieste’s slums.
on James Joyce’s home, from Portraits of the Artist in Exile
I like it.
Big City Life (Mattafix): Don’t you wanna know me; be a friend of mine?
— Hello! It’s young Dedalus! What’s up?
— The sky is up, Brother Michael said.
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
The top photo looks a lot like one from a momentous day in August. That mending-day was Day 3 of three decision days: the morning after writing that post, I turned in my withdrawal from study abroad and chose to go back to school at home. So glad I did.
In 1913, Joyce gave English lessons to three fourteen-year-olds at a student’s home, and
The lessons often ended with Joyce sliding down the balustrade, his pupils close behind him.
James Joyce, Richard Ellmann
I envy those pupils.