What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and woman?
Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising, and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
– Ulysses, Ithaca
James Joyce, one of the most influential and controversial writers of the 20th century was born today in Dublin, 1882.
There will never be another writer like him. Bypassing the intellectual bravado it takes to comprehend his work, to read him is to understand the Irish in an almost visceral way — the city and its people reside in his work like docents ready to guide you through the streets of Dublin.
Treat yourself and pick up a copy of his work — I recommend Dubliners to start — you won’t be sorry.
PS: If you are interested, here is a link to my thesis: