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ITT: bad writing from good writers 2017-06-12 05:00:29 Post No. 9628444
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Joyce on Stephen Dedalus' cock:
>The ache of conscience ceased and he walked onward swiftly through the dark streets. There were so many flagstones on the footpath of that street and so many streets in that city and so many cities in the world. Yet eternity had no end. He was in mortal sin. Even once was a mortal sin. It could happen in an instant. But how so quickly? By seeing or by thinking of seeing. The eyes see the thing, without having wished first to see. Then in an instant it happens. But does that part of the body understand or what? The serpent, the most subtle beast of the field. It must understand when it desires in one instant and then prolongs its own desire instant after instant, sinfully. It feels and understands and desires. What a horrible thing! Who made it to be like that, a bestial part of the body able to understand bestially and desire bestially? Was that then he or an inhuman thing moved by a lower soul? His soul sickened at the thought of a torpid snaky life feeding itself out of the tender marrow of his life and fattening upon the slime of lust. O why was that so? O why?
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>>9628444
That's good writing though, anon. Not his best, but to call it bad is absurdly ignorant.
You may as well call this bad too:
>In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep. And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind arewas, it is not. Yet the wagonis, because when the wagon iswas, Addie Bundren will not be. And Jewelis, so Addie Bundren must be. And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I amis.
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>>9628503
Don't know how the formatting for that fucked up. Should be easy to recognize the mistakes though.
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>>9628503
>implying Faluker isn't also shit
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>>9628444
Bad writing? Are you out of your mind. That's just great if you consider Stephens education - all the biblical and Aristotelian references and how they spoiled Stephen's relationship with his own body in just a few sentences - doubt a lot of people could write anything like that.
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>>9628527
I think it's dreadful desu. Comparing his cock to the serpent is bad enough but throw in the soul sickened snaky sibilant repetition to go along with it and it's amateur hour.
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