Anna is his signature in his last lonely and embattled months, a time of mounting hostility towards Finnegans Wake; a daughter, Lucia, his inspiritrice, committed to an asylum; walking in the snow in Zurich with his little grandson, his eyes hidden with thick, dark glasses, entrenched in that same darkness that he had, in high-hearted youth, pitied in his hero Ibsen. It was January 1941, Europe in the throes of war.
— Nov 29, 2025 01:11AM
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