As tomorrow James Joyce will – not would! – celebrate his 142nd birthday, and as today is Laughing Lhursday, I think it is about time to once again post this glorious encounter of him and Samuel Beckett.
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)
Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)
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Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Thank you, and I wish you many happy returns of his birthday to celebrate with him.
ReplyDeleteHa, that's a very fine wish. Thank you very much, Mimi.
DeleteUna pena que no pugui entendre tot el diàleg, o millor dit, el monòleg. Per les seves cares, estic segura que ha de tenir gràcia.
ReplyDeleteAferradetes, Sean.
It is a marvellous parody of the loquacious Joyce (Ulysses) and the taciturn Beckett (Waiting for Godot).
DeleteI keep forgetting to count all the "fucking". ;-)
Aferradetes, Paula.
:) :[ ] ...
ReplyDeleteAch, Don, where has your fighting spirit vanished to?
DeleteDid you also count 15 fuckings and feckings?
The Don has decided to turn his attention to a real challenge - the horrors of humanity (but sadly feels he'd have more chance of success tilting at smileys, or windmills).
DeleteTurning attention to the horrors of humanity is / would be a noble quest, but as humanity is not noble, the Don and I ought rather tilting smileys AND windmills.
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