Born on this date in 1882, perhaps the most underpaid and underacclaimed artist of all time . . . until after death, in any case.

If you read only one serious novel of the 20th Century, make it Ulysses. You may be confused, but you won't be disappointed.
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I love Portrait and Dubliners, but I can never seem to get more than a 100 pages into Ulysses.
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Smoking a knockmedown cigar with Mutt and Jute for the old man now.
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:-)
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My buddy has his Master's or PhD in James Joyce... I like "The Dead"; boy can he describe a setting.
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And today is the birthday of Gertrude Stein.


A brownie is a brownie is a brownie is a brownie. :-)
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I was kicked out of the Boy Scouts for .... ....never mind.
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Not that it's special, but I ate a brownie for breakfast.
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Somehow I think the two of you are talking about two different brownies.:-)
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Not necessarily. After all, a brownie is a brownie is a brownie. :-)
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Aren't Brownies what girls are when they're too young to be Girl Scouts?:-)


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How did a James Joyce thread get turned into a thread about Brownies and child molesters?:-)
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That's the magic of the asylum, my friend :-)
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To quote Molly Bloom herself, "Yes I said yes I will yes yes." :-)
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Happy Birthday James I've enjoyed your work even though it's confusing at times and I feel like a better man for having taken the time do read some of your fine work but oh look something shiny on my floor that looks like a quarter but quite possibly could be a fifty cent piece except that bears, while having large teeth, are furry and sometime quite mean with bad breath, although you may or may not want to spend the beautiful spring time watching them pluck salmon from the stream while smoking a large cigar which may have been made on an island by several hard working folks and while I'm at it should mention Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.
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There actually is a child molester in Dubliners (maybe two, depending on how you define molester.) No Brownies that I can recall though. Unless you want to count Joyce's love letters to his wife, and I don't think we want to go there.
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:-) Remove the punctuation marks and youre good to go
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No and no and its not again again the natal day of halfblind seer Jimmyboy Joyce but yes and yes again still its allday Bloomsdays Dublin pubcrawlers all and all together now and forever.
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