“Like a joyless eye/finding no object worth its constancy.” The following excerpt from Joyce’s Portrait seems usefully illustrative of the previous post. And really, illustrative of the modern mind. Joyce seems dead on in Simon…
“Like a joyless eye/finding no object worth its constancy.” The following excerpt from Joyce’s Portrait seems usefully illustrative of the previous post. And really, illustrative of the modern mind. Joyce seems dead on in Simon…
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