I finished Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, oh my what a bloody excellent book. anyone who hasn't read it should read it out loud and speaking fast, and let the words fall to v. special places within you. I fell in love with another sentence:
And what was their shimmer but the shimmer of the scum that mantled the cesspool of the court of a slobbering Stuart?
now the trouble becomes what to read next. I have a few books lined up and I don't know what to choose. xx
