Monday, July 12, 2010

Jimmy and I

I am still reading William Soutar's excellent, 'Diaries of a Dying Man'.  Today I read this: "What Joyce seems to confess is that he would make flesh a word and his sensations thoughts.  His world is now inside his head and his true audience is only himself."  I understand that and openly confess to identifying with, "What Joyce seems to confess".  What better audience can there possibly be?

1 comment:

Andrew Scott said...

Agreed. Do things for yourself and you are more likely to do them well.