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What a title. I bet I could locate (give) every theme, idea, thought and spiral and circle of this journal in Antacid Analgesic. How significant that I never read Joyce. I know when I’ll read him. (That is I never read more than a hundred pages of ''Ulysses'',{{refn|At Harvard, {{NM}} read up through “Calypso,” the fourth chapter of James Joyce’s 1922 novel, which ends with Leopold Bloom relieving himself in the privy, and wrote a paper on the scene for one of his writing courses.}} and two or three pages of '' | What a title. I bet I could locate (give) every theme, idea, thought and spiral and circle of this journal in Antacid Analgesic. How significant that I never read Joyce. I know when I’ll read him. (That is I never read more than a hundred pages of ''Ulysses'',{{refn|At Harvard, {{NM}} read up through “Calypso,” the fourth chapter of James Joyce’s 1922 novel, which ends with Leopold Bloom relieving himself in the privy, and wrote a paper on the scene for one of his writing courses.}} and two or three pages of ''Finnegans Wake''.) But if I write a great Antacid Analgesic, then I will read Joyce and be able to understand him as few or perhaps no rationalist has before me. | ||
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