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Your thoughts on Joyce's letter to Nora?

>16 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

>My sweet darling girl

>At last you write to me! You must have given that naughty little cunt of yours a most ferocious frigging to write me such a disjointed letter. As for me, darling, I am so played out that you would have to lick me for a good hour before I could get a horn stiff enough even to put into you, to say nothing of blocking you. I have done so much and so often that I am afraid to look to see how that thing I had is after all I have done to myself. Darling, please don’t fuck me too much when I go back. Fuck all you can out of me for the first night or so but make my get myself cured. The fucking must all be done by you, darling, as I am so soft and small now that no girl in Europe except yourself would waste her time trying the job. Fuck me, darling, in as many ways as your lust will suggest. Fuck me dressed in your full outdoor costume with your hat and veil on, your face flushed with the cold and wind and rain and your boots muddy, either straddling across my legs when I am sitting in a chair and riding me up and down with the frills of your drawers showing and my cock sticking up stiff in your cunt or riding me over the back of the sofa. Fuck me naked with your hat and stockings on only flat on the floor with a crimson flower in your hole behind, riding me like a man with your thighs between mine and your rump very fat. Fuck me in your dressing gown (I hope you have that nice one) with nothing on under it, opening it suddenly and showing me your belly and thighs and back and pulling me on top of you on the kitchen table. Fuck me into you arseways, lying on your face on the bed, your hair flying loose naked but with a lovely scented pair of pink drawers opened shamelessly behind and half slipping down over your peeping bum. Fuck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside. Fuck me on the stairs in the dark, like a nursery-maid fucking her soldier, unbuttoning his trousers gently and slipping her hand into his fly and fiddling with his shirt and feeling it getting wet and then pulling it gently up and fiddling with his two bursting balls and at last pulling out boldly the mickey she loves to handle and frigging it for him softly, murmuring into his ear dirty words and dirty stories that other girls told her and dirty things she said, and all the time pissing her drawers with pleasure and letting off soft warm quiet little farts behind until her own girlish cockey is as stiff as his and suddenly sticking him up in her and riding him.

>Basta! Basta per Dio!

>I have come now and the foolery is over. Now for your questions!

In all seriousness, what do you make of this?

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>>20610347
>with a better outfit and a more confident face expression Joyce would be quite handsome

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It might help to understand Joyce's aim with his writing. It's meant to arrest you, not be a rollercoaster of wee-wee-zippy literally me but cooler or whatever. So more of a language + word museum at least at the very surface level.

But the book, the first half anyway, is a simulation of a day in dublin, seen through the mind of the whacked out artist Stephen and the deviant pervert nice guy Bloom.

You need to stuff your head with all the references before reading it for it to click, then you get the actual experience. Not something many people want to do—or think they should have to do to enjoy a book. But this is no ordinary book.

Anyway, I love the language, I love living inside these two weirdos, I love the quasi-psychedelic second half of the book, and I love the characters Bloom and Stephen deal with throughout the day, like Lenehan and Mulligan.

On a deeper level, I like the Shakespeare theory, and the sad beauty in chapters like Hades & the end of Circe.

Several days ago someone posted a link to an outdated green webpage that had cataloged all the books James Joyce read beginning in his earliest childhood days and moving through all the subsequent years. It was compiled from multiple different sources. Does anyone have it?