Just for fun, I'm going to post some of the random, near indecipherable scribbles I took down from our last session a week ago.
Maybe someone else can make heads or tails of them...
Ed on consciousness in the Wake: And when you get to a certain point of lucidity it dissolves again.
Ann: waiting to discover the inside joke
Ed: Revealing the inside joke by concealing
The world is the joke played on itself.
We're in on the joke (as readers of the Wake).
Joyce wanted to give the world a gift, he didn't want the work turned into a pedantic mess. mask?
Joyce will bring in a particular language or subject for particular tones or moods. In this one, we have something from the East
God the consolation and protection of our youth.
exercism=exercize, exorcize, aestheticism
by a prayer, by a hairsbreadth
m.d.s--my dears. Swift to Stella in letters. A private language.
a minor Irish poet--transported
moiety (look up)
Cathy--the bigger picture: Glugg, frustrated, not getting the colors. Sail away. Major writer.
Was Liffey worth the leaving? Nay
Mouth full of ecstasy/toothache/meeting women
Drug trip? laity
...Yeah, like that. And writing this out, I'm remembering that what we really got to had very little to do with this at all.
I'll try to do another post with a bit more context, if not substance...
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