I think I've reached my limit of fruitful output tonight. It's late and this is as far as I've gotten in my paper on Joyce.
look at my thesis!! this is my totally legitimate second (that is, thesis-ical) sentence, devoted entirely to hugh kenner and his dead faults, not to say that his deadness, that is, his death or dying or in the process being in a state of no longer declining through the abyss of human temporality, can be contained by what is now known to be the most extravagent expression of joyce's voices (so to speak) in his pocket at this time which is unavoidably long, however inextricably tasty the sentences might be. it is large and powerful and has voices. many voices.I wish myself well in the coming days. And a merry Christmas to all.
Then the said creature began to laugh and laugh and laugh (indifferent voices). You are no good wife.
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I'm actually giggling in my office as I imagine you writing this. dad
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