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“It is only by imposing a naïve and unexamined aesthetic of their own, [Tzvetan] Todorov proposes, that modern scholars are able to declare so confidently that certain parts of the ancient text could not belong with others: the supposedly primitive narrative is subjected by scholars to tacit laws like the law of stylistic unity, of noncontradiction, of nondigression, of nonrepetition, and by these dim but purportedly universal lights is found to be composite, deficient, or incoherent. If just these four laws were applied respectively to Ulysses, The Sound and the Fury, Tristram Shandy, and Jealousy, each of these novels would have to be relegated to the dustbin of shoddily “redacted” literary scraps.”

“ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

“A Christian when opts to beg emotionally to others, disappoints the Almighty God in atleast 3 ways: 1. By Denying the Power of God to Provide for their lives (2 Timothy 3:5, Titus 1:16) 2. By still being Immature to handle Life's crisis (1 Corinthians 13:11, James 1:2-4) 3. By setting a poor example of Faith and Trust on God (Psalm 78:40-42, Psalms 34:8,9) The difference between Emotional pleading and asking a Fellow christian to Pray is that Former belittles our God who Provides (Jehovah Jireh) while the Latter Glorifies our God Who is Enough (El Shaddai). - Santosh Thankachan”

“The spoken language is a symbolization of something that happened, could have happened, or is in the process of happening, while the written language is a symbolization of the spoken language. James Joyce, for example, dedicated his life to trying to close the gap between the two systems. In Finnegans Wake, Joyce portrays in writing the workings of the verbal parts of the brain.”

“Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls,'" he's saying, bending over to gaze down into the deli case. His breath is fogging the glass. I'm watching it suddenly. Watching him. "'He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart-'" "'Liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes,'" I say, and I'm sure I sound a little stunned. I'm not used to boys coming into the deli to quote some of my favorite modernist literature. Even I can't resist that. A boy like him, who, from the first moment, seems to love the things I love.”

“»So yes, Mann, Proust, and Joyce showed that the universal gesture was possible, though the nature of the gesture in their work remains deeply ambiguous. The books are crammed with real life, but they are also dream books, fantasies. They explore a range of ways of explaining the world and then retract them. They offer paths to freedom but are almost hermetically sealed; they speak for everyone, yet they are self-absorbed; they are new but also oddly archaic; they contain the whole of reality but are wholly devoted to art.« – Edwin Frank: Stranger than Fiction : Lives of the Twentieth-Century Novel. - London : Fern Press, 2024. - Page 186”

“Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.”

“A picture is worth a thousand words, but the way I paint I'm going to need to contact an editor. Even if I were to abstractly paint the phrase "I love you," it would be the visual equivalent of Joyce's Ulysses. -James Lee Schmidt and Jarod Kintz”

“Pensaba que las tendencias clásica y romántica eran representativas de dos estados mentales constantes, una acosada por el materialismo, la otra por la incoherencia. Acusaba al romanticismo de ser impaciente (para él “el pecado literario contra el Espíritu Santo”) y de crear símbolos ideales que oscurecen la luz. El clasicismo, declara, acepta sin violencia el lugar que nos corresponde en la naturaleza, y así moldea los acontecimientos de la vida de tal manera que la inteligencia capta su significado, aunque no esté expresado. Esta intuición del significado profundo de la vida y la consiguiente elevación del pensamiento es lo que entendía por poesía; porque la más alta poesía y la filosofía responden a leyes inflexibles. La poesía es una rebelión contra el artificio y en cierto sentido contra la realidad.”

“pero mi hermano rápidamente comprendió la importancia del movimiento. Decía que el United Irishman era el único periódico de Dublín que valía la pena leer y él lo leía todas las semanas, hasta que dejó de aparecer por lo endeble de sus finanzas y por un proceso por difamación iniciado por un cura. A pesar de su fervoroso nacionalismo, el diario tuvo poco éxito entre los estudiantes y profesores de University College. Era demasiado independiente y su línea de acción, inusitada. Se le acusaba de frialdad con el catolicismo, de ser irrespetuoso con el clero”

“La teosofía fue la única aventura intelectual de su juventud que luego consideró un derroche de energía. Sin embargo, lo puso en contacto con importantes escritores místicos, de personalidad menos discutible, como el anti jesuita Miguel de Molinos, San Juan de la Cruz, Santa Teresa, santa Catalina de Siena, Thomas de Kempis. Una rápida incursión en estos escritores fue suficiente para mí y me di cuenta de que no me interesaban. Los examiné superficialmente, deteniéndome para leer aquí y allá cuando encontraba un oasis. –¿Por qué andas con esos brumosos místicos? –le pregunté. –Me interesan –respondió–. En mi opinión han pasado por una verdadera experiencia espiritual que tú no puedes apreciar. –En eso tienes razón. –Y escriben –continuó– con una sutileza que no encuentro en las novelas llamadas psicológicas.”