Friday, November 25, 2005

Now that man could write

James Joyce's Ulysses has been labeled dirty, blasphemous, and unreadable. In a famous 1933 court decision, Judge John M. Woolsey declared it an emetic book.

Hey, whatever - this is an extract from Episode 13 - Nausicca - in my mind one of the most beautiful passages I've ever read in English literature. Like all great art it hits all the right spots, poetical, emotional and spiritual. Sublime! Enjoy!

THE SUMMER EVENING HAD BEGUN TO FOLD THE WORLD IN ITS mysterious embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the storm-tossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.

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