/lit/ - Literature

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No. The answer is no. Feel free, however, to change my mind.

>What of his have you read?
>What’s your favorite Joyce?
>Why?
>Memorable quotes, sentences, scenes, puns, allusions, etc.
I’ve read all but FW, which i plan to start this week. My favorite is the short story from Dubliners titled “A Little Cloud” because of its seamless transitioning between thought and action, and the painful juxtaposition between stagnation and progress in each of the men’s lives. I can’t really answer my last question, though a young Stephen being whipped by the hands in class comes to mind.