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[camwyn]

There are days when my attempts to piss off as many pantheons as possible in an effort to trigger a pan-dimensional jurisdictional squabble upon my death, thereby avoiding an afterlife assignment altogether and allowing me to scarper off to get reincarnated as a dolphin or something, are quite deliberate.

And then there are days when I become firmly convinced that if I do rank being sent to one or more of the Special Hells, it will be because James Joyce couldn't follow my stream of consciousness without a GPS unit and Batman's grappler doohickey.

Details to follow once a certain RPG plot is wrapped up.

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[tropes.livejournal.com]

Posts like this are the reason you totally brighten my days. :D

[camwyn]

*bows modestly* I do my best.

I still haven't quite forgiven my AP English teacher, a woman from Ireland, who told me that reading the journal I had to write for her class reminded her of reading James Joyce. She meant it as a compliment, but all the Joyce I ever tried to read made me want to claw out an eyeball. Mine or his, either would do.)

[tropes.livejournal.com]

Have you tried Dubliners? His early work is a lot more accessible.

[camwyn]

I don't think so, no. Maybe next time I go to the library.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

It's a book of short stories. "The Dead" is particularly powerful. :)

[vincentursus.livejournal.com]

James Joyce equipped with a GPS unit and Batman's grappler doohickey is a great image.