I wrote my senior-in-high-school thesis on Ulysses. Nothing is so lyrical as Joyce unless it’s Walt Whitman.
“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
Posted by Tin House on Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Ann Heitland 