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“a language which is above all languages”

“I’d like a language which is above all languages, a language to which all will do service. I cannot express myself in English without enclosing myself in a tradition.” — James Joyce…

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Bloomsday: the hotel porter

James Joyce: “A German lady called to see me today. She is a writer and wanted me to give an opinion on her work, but she told me she had already shown it to the porter of the hotel where … Continue reading

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Joyce’s Conclusion

“I have come to the conclusion that I cannot write without offending people.” — James Joyce

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“Aren’t there enough words in English?”

Joyce tutored two young women in English, while living in Zurich. He read to them from Ulysses. He did this to demonstrate to the girls that English was also inadequate at times. The girls asked him: “Aren’t there enough words … Continue reading

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“Aside from myself …”

Interviewer to Joyce: Whom do you consider the greatest writers in English today? Joyce: Aside from myself, I don’t know.

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“the bridge”

James Joyce on “Ulysses”: The only thing that interests me is style. From my point of view, it hardly matters whether the technique is ‘veracious’ or not; it has served me as a bridge over which to march my eighteen … Continue reading

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“ferocious masturbation”

Henry Miller: Endowed with a Rabelaisian ability for word invention, embittered by the domination of a church for which his intellect had no use, harassed by the lack of understanding on the part of family and friends, obsessed by the … Continue reading

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“I’m sure of one thing”

Nora Joyce: I don’t know whether or not my husband is a genius, but I’m sure of one thing, there is no one like him.

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“tortured by a word”

Philippe Soupault: I see him again, during one of the days I spent with him, tortured by a word, almost rebelliously construction a framework, questioning his characters, extracting a vision from some music, throwing himself exhaustedly on a couch, the … Continue reading

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“the halt and the blind”

Paul Leon was a friend of Joyce’s – as well as a sort of assistant in Paris. 4 months after Joyce’s death, Leon wrote to Jean Paulhan – publisher of the “Nouvelle Revue Francaise” – here’s a part of that … Continue reading

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