I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fricked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fricked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fricking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fricking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every frick I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger frick than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fricked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to frick a farting woman when every frick drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your c**t, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a prostitute’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s c**t. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your c**t is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.
Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little frickbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.
I love that he shows a complete mastery of the english language from top to tippy bippy botom as a fricking mick what would call me saes like I call them limey bastards. Were all, the most rightfully hateful, entirely deserved. I'm american and prefer his ilk to the anglo blood I clearly don't share.
Me and mine have a poetry tradition outside the song. Saeshomies cain't.
>in summary >no idea why i wrote that > drunk >fullshitfaced >whitman blows my sails >still recognize a fricking mic as master of what passes for modern novels.. >;'0/ had a wild time reading them. His intent weren't lost.
What I love most about Joyce I won't tell you, because it is my secret knowledge of his craft. What I next love about him, I'll tell you. Of all men I've ever read, there is no one who has ever so perfectly circumscribed and amplified the existential torment of a Christian struggling with sexual sins. His honesty, and his ability to so perfectly capture his inner-experience, amazes me.
It's bits like this, however, that have kept me from reading Ulysses. A Portrait of the Artist might have been enough Joyce for me.
So the child of Chinese immigrants, who grew up in America, and only speaks English, is Anglo?
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Yes.
I believe most Chinks wouldn't consider them Chinese either. Maybe American-Chinese, but that's a whole different thing.
To me, as an ESL, the minimal nationality requirement aside from having a parent of said nationality is knowing the damn language (at least C1 level) and culture.
As a Pole, if you grew up in a christian family (which 99% you did if you were Polish) and you don't know Hail Mary, The Lord's Prayer and The Apostles Creed by heart in our language, you're not Polish. End of story. I don't really care about your ethnicity at this point.
Yes, you are a moron. Insulting with sloppy basic Japanese pretentiously. Frick off, homosexual.
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>Insulting with sloppy basic Japanese pretentiously
基地 🙂 Ná bíodh imní ort
God, I hate the anglo.
Bobarúin uilig atá thart orm.
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>doubles down on his pretenses
Fricking pseuds...
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What is with your obsession with percieved pretension? People who react that way tend to just feel inferior. Look, I understand that anglos fear things they don't understand, but try to be less of a little b***h about it.
I tow and traw'd two hardcovers on the open seas what may be what I were warting for. No I idear how new or us't they may byth for what comes along the comms.
For me, it's Two Gallants >He would be thirtyone in November. Would he never have a good job? Would he never have a home of his own? He thought about how nice it would be to have a warm fire to sit by, a good dinner to sit down to. He had walked the streets enough with friends and with girls. He knew what those friends were worth. He knew the girls too. Experience had embittered his heart against the world.
Araby. I first read it when I, like the narrator, was young and confused by his feelings for women, something hit hard there and still does whenever I read it
Dude absolutely mogs me and it's not even close. I've been in a love-hate relationship with this man since I discovered him my senior year of high school; he's tormented me ever since. Knew half a dozen languages fluently (even Latin, which haunts me to this day and is why modern education sucks because they don't teach languages right), was good-looking and attractive for an autist, was apparently charming and witty, tall, and was a genius of prose. God bless you, sir.
Oh, and by the way, Molly IS fat, not just particularly curvy. She's a big girl and not just a girl who happens to have large breasts and a large ass. You can tell because in "Penelope" there's a part where she mentions that she needs to cut back on the beer because her belly's getting too big.
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https://i.imgur.com/CNq5pdC.jpg
>doesn't think he can handle a big girl
You are weak. # >Oh, and by the way, Molly IS fat, not just particularly curvy
There's not much to point to this and I haven't seen depictions of the character or scholarly analysis that agrees with you >You can tell because in "Penelope" there's a part where she mentions that she needs to cut back on the beer because her belly's getting too big.
Anon... Have you ever been with a woman? They are hyper self conscious about their bodies and worry about weight gain all the time. This means absolutely nothing
Oh, and by the way, Molly IS fat, not just particularly curvy. She's a big girl and not just a girl who happens to have large breasts and a large ass. You can tell because in "Penelope" there's a part where she mentions that she needs to cut back on the beer because her belly's getting too big.
I always imagined Molly to be very fat even before she's described as being a big woman;
My sweet little whorish Nora,
I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fricked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fricked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fricking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fricking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every frick I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger frick than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fricked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to frick a farting woman when every frick drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your c**t, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a prostitute’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s c**t. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your c**t is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.
Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little frickbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.
JIM
The proper way to start this thread.
Is Joyce the biggest pervert in the entire Western canon? It's inescapable, it even leaks into his masterpieces.
I love that he shows a complete mastery of the english language from top to tippy bippy botom as a fricking mick what would call me saes like I call them limey bastards. Were all, the most rightfully hateful, entirely deserved. I'm american and prefer his ilk to the anglo blood I clearly don't share.
Me and mine have a poetry tradition outside the song. Saeshomies cain't.
>may or june
>discombobulate
>im' Appalachian.
>in summary
>no idea why i wrote that
> drunk
>fullshitfaced
>whitman blows my sails
>still recognize a fricking mic as master of what passes for modern novels..
>;'0/ had a wild time reading them. His intent weren't lost.
Thomas Mann letters about his children and the fact that the three of them turned out to be bisexuals is spookier.
What I love most about Joyce I won't tell you, because it is my secret knowledge of his craft. What I next love about him, I'll tell you. Of all men I've ever read, there is no one who has ever so perfectly circumscribed and amplified the existential torment of a Christian struggling with sexual sins. His honesty, and his ability to so perfectly capture his inner-experience, amazes me.
It's bits like this, however, that have kept me from reading Ulysses. A Portrait of the Artist might have been enough Joyce for me.
>Think Finnegan’s Wake is absolute shit
>It turns out it’s just a fart
Also it's the anniversary for the publication of Ulysses
God, I hate the anglo.
He was Irish, not Anglo.
Everybody who is EFL is English
Speaking the troony tongue to talk to the Angla trannies
> Everybody who is EFL is English
EFL is Anglo*
So the child of Chinese immigrants, who grew up in America, and only speaks English, is Anglo?
Yes.
I believe most Chinks wouldn't consider them Chinese either. Maybe American-Chinese, but that's a whole different thing.
To me, as an ESL, the minimal nationality requirement aside from having a parent of said nationality is knowing the damn language (at least C1 level) and culture.
As a Pole, if you grew up in a christian family (which 99% you did if you were Polish) and you don't know Hail Mary, The Lord's Prayer and The Apostles Creed by heart in our language, you're not Polish. End of story. I don't really care about your ethnicity at this point.
So what irrelevant third world shithole did you crawl out of?
He said, in an anglo tongue. You lost, m'fer?
>Béarla
Óinseach. 英語はバカですwwwww What a moron lmao.
Yes, you are a moron. Insulting with sloppy basic Japanese pretentiously. Frick off, homosexual.
>Insulting with sloppy basic Japanese pretentiously
基地 🙂 Ná bíodh imní ort
Bobarúin uilig atá thart orm.
>doubles down on his pretenses
Fricking pseuds...
What is with your obsession with percieved pretension? People who react that way tend to just feel inferior. Look, I understand that anglos fear things they don't understand, but try to be less of a little b***h about it.
Which edition has the most of what he wrote by 1054 or so and the least notes and essays in the way of it. Cheapest hardcover is the goal of mine.
Just get the three everyman's then get the wake in oxford.
I tow and traw'd two hardcovers on the open seas what may be what I were warting for. No I idear how new or us't they may byth for what comes along the comms.
What is your favorite story in Dubliners?
For me, it's "After The Race."
For me, it's Two Gallants
>He would be thirtyone in November. Would he never have a good job? Would he never have a home of his own? He thought about how nice it would be to have a warm fire to sit by, a good dinner to sit down to. He had walked the streets enough with friends and with girls. He knew what those friends were worth. He knew the girls too. Experience had embittered his heart against the world.
Araby. I first read it when I, like the narrator, was young and confused by his feelings for women, something hit hard there and still does whenever I read it
Clay, always loved it though i would be hard pressed to clearly explain why
The Dead
who cares if it's the easy answer
Happy birthday James Joyce. I love your books.
Thanks
I LIKED IT WHEN HE TALKED AHOUT MAKING A WHEEL SQUARE. I THINK HES SO SMART AND WEARS AN EYEPATCH.
Where do I start with this lad? Any required reading before getting into his books?
Rot in hell
Dude absolutely mogs me and it's not even close. I've been in a love-hate relationship with this man since I discovered him my senior year of high school; he's tormented me ever since. Knew half a dozen languages fluently (even Latin, which haunts me to this day and is why modern education sucks because they don't teach languages right), was good-looking and attractive for an autist, was apparently charming and witty, tall, and was a genius of prose. God bless you, sir.
Thanks, lad! Much luck to you!
For those who have read Ulysses, who did you want to frick more: Gerty or Molly?
I've always been more of a MILF guy so Molly, I suppose
For me, it's Gerty. Molly intimidates me and I'd probably cry during sex with her
>doesn't think he can handle a big girl
You are weak.
Oh, and by the way, Molly IS fat, not just particularly curvy. She's a big girl and not just a girl who happens to have large breasts and a large ass. You can tell because in "Penelope" there's a part where she mentions that she needs to cut back on the beer because her belly's getting too big.
>
>doesn't think he can handle a big girl
You are weak. #
>Oh, and by the way, Molly IS fat, not just particularly curvy
There's not much to point to this and I haven't seen depictions of the character or scholarly analysis that agrees with you
>You can tell because in "Penelope" there's a part where she mentions that she needs to cut back on the beer because her belly's getting too big.
Anon... Have you ever been with a woman? They are hyper self conscious about their bodies and worry about weight gain all the time. This means absolutely nothing
I always imagined Molly to be very fat even before she's described as being a big woman;
Milly
molly's chapter was the closest I ever came to endorsing misogyny
gerty gang
Gerty is worse, she's a little b***h if you cut through her chapter (written in her own style) and discern what she's ACTUALLY like.
james joyce talks a lil too much for me but i do find his love letters to be very based
The original redditor
That'd be P. G. Wodehouse or maybe Diogenes. Joyce was banned originally so it's more like IQfy adjacent.