IF there were less than 100 hundred words left in the world, I would want them to be:
“Welcome, O life, I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
–James Joyce
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Comment 1 · by Yvonne Trainer · 15 April 2008 · 10:09 pm
Comment to myself. People read my blog but they don’t leave comments very often. It’s like waking up to Christmas when they do. These are gray times in Calgary. I still appreciate “literariness” more than anything. I can read a hundred books; still, I go back to the authors who know how to write a line that makes me sink into that line and never forget it. James Joyce does that in A Portrailt of the Artist. I must have read the above line a thousand times since my first year of university when I was seventeen and yet I go back to it, and it’s as though it touches something so deep in the psyche that I lose myself coming to the surface.
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