Status Updates From Dublineses

“At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read.”

has James Joyce ever heard of the coma

Drunkenly half-sober and devoured by exteriors of existence, the average Dublin local doubts and despises - under bizarre powers of pursuasion ushering in delight at - the interiors as intuition, unchosen routines, and faith play interlaced parts. The chapter coasts on the shore of borderline torture for a secular reader of no theological doctrine amidst dialogues trading impressions of God and his devout fellows.