Ah you are correct ere they come now, trooping on with the verdict. Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! That's him condemned then to be endlessly analysed in academia. Along the lines of What does he mean? And Ain't he clever? With old JJ more meant less. Once as a youngster (Ever sooo long ago when I was even younger than I am now) I was reading Ulysses when over my shoulder came the voice of Mr Fleck my History teacher "What are you doing reading that pornographic tome boy!" I was surprised to discover that the incomprehensible prolixity before me was pornography. Needless to say I was determined to find, that very evening, the dirty bits and I did. But they were merely grubby. Which is what Joyce himself was - grubby. Clever talented but very grubby. If he had just written "Dubliners" , "Stephen Hero" and "Portrait of The Artist..." I'd probably agree with that jury but someone told the sod he could write and he went and believed it!


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