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| Normally a very relaxed (some may say apathetic and pacifistic) individual, I once heard my English teacher saying that Ulysses was nothing but complete garbage. | |
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| I calmly stood up and punched him in the throat, and I received polite applause as I was escorted from the classroom. | |
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| Later on, when I reread a section of Ulysses near the middle, I discovered that he was completely right. | |
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| But you know what? That's life. And that sense of living pours off Joyce's pages and through his eccentric mouldings of the English language like a waterfall. | |
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| I wish I'd studied philosophy or something. | |
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| One Big King meal with freedom fries. Hold the phlegm. | |
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