A Word in Your Ear: How and why to Read James Joyce's Finnegans Wake

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Eric Rosenbloom, Apr 26, 2005 - Literary Criticism - 150 pages
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'A sine qua non for Joyceans' (Clarence Sterling). 'Certainly the best intro to the Wake I've seen' (Andrew H. Blom). This lively and readable essay provides essential background information and helpful reading techniques.
 

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Page 8 - Welcome, O life ! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Page 26 - Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on. Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch and one to pray And two to bear my soul away.
Page 40 - But in the night of thick darkness enveloping the earliest antiquity, so remote from ourselves, there shines the eternal and never failing light of a truth beyond all question: that the world of civil society has certainly been made by men, and that its principles are therefore to be found within the modifications of our own human mind.
Page 115 - Wake. One morning Tim was rather full, His head felt heavy which made him shake, He fell from the ladder and broke his skull, So they carried him home his corpse to wake, They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, And laid him out upon the bed, With a gallon of whiskey at his feet.
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Page 7 - Now, patience; and remember patience is the great thing, and above all things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience.
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