/lit/ - Literature

>tfw you read Finnegans Wake
>tfw you come across
>"Television kills telephony in Brothers’ broil"
>"Our eyes demand their turn."
>"the inception and the descent and the endswell of Man is temporarily wrapped in ob-scenity, looking through at these accidents with the faroscope of television, (this nightlife instrument needs still some subtrac-tional betterment in the readjustment of the more refrangible angles to the squeals of his hypothesis on the outer tin sides), I can easily believe heartily in my own most spacious immensity as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm when I am reassured by ratio that the cube of my volumes is to the surfaces of their sub-jects as the sphericity of these globes (I am very pressing for a parliamentary motion this term which, under my guidance, would establish the deleteriousness of decorousness in the morbidis-ation of the modern mandaboutwoman type) is to the fera — city of Fairynelly’s vacuum.

>tfw you realize Joyce predicted that television would kill radio. "television kills telephony
>tfw Joyce knew TV would become addicting "Our eyes demand their turn."
>tfw you realize Joyce predicted we would watch tv alone at night, some times while sleeping "nightlife instrument"
>tfw this was in 1939, or earlier when he was writing the specific scene (Earwicker and family in the bar, kids doing homework, no one can sleep, television is on)
>tfw plebs cannot into Finnegans Wake