What is the purpose of life ? Why are we here ? Is there an afterlife ?These are the sort of thing we don’t have a clue about . They inspire awe.
I have a copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses on my bookshelf . It’s a clean white copy with beautiful cover art. Its bright glaze finish is cool and soothing to the touch , the ampleness of its volume evokes a reassuring feel of solidity.
James Joyce’s Ulysses inspires awe
I’ve had a go at it many times - and I have never had an effing clue . Not one.
They call it Stream-Of-Consciousness .
They call it Stream-Of-Consciousness .
Strange !
My best attempt has been the time I managed Page 1 without being swept away by a great stream of unconsciousness
My best attempt has been the time I managed Page 1 without being swept away by a great stream of unconsciousness
