“Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
- But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railway line?
- Opera? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.
Lenehan announced gladly:
- The Rose of Castille. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!”
[James Joyce, Ulysses]
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It is not my only addiction. But it is the one of which I am most fond.
Short reviews on high quality films. No spoilers.
from the Picasa Web Album Featured Photos
What I see through my camera
Too young to hold on, but too old to just break free and run.
Photography.Inspiration.Design.
life as I see it!
she's so stubborn that she might just live forever
living the dream, one less leak at a time
droll. very droll
James Joyce, Ulysses – was read with great pleasure…
And will always be
Love it!
Thank you AM!
As it happens, Ulysses is one of my favourite books. I love this play on words and how you’ve connected it to your photo.
Thanks!
I love wordplays and Joyce was a master of them. Of course to say that is to say nothing about his works. What he’s done should be rather called a languageplay.
That reminds me that I should read more than 100 pages of “Finnegans Wake” at last
Reading “Ulysses” made me think “rows of cast steel” whenever I see any rails. There was no exception this time.
I have read Ulysses twice, but I have never even attempted Finnegan’s Wake!