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  1. Whoah… 1000th post.

    So eerm… it’s been about a year and couple months on here and I have reached 1000 posts. I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or bad thing yet hehe. I’ll brood over that later.

    Anyhow… my two weeks break is over. aah… dissertation works starts from tomorrow onwards. Let’s hope I stay (relatively) calm like i did for my final module essays. Jame’s Joyce’s Ulysses …. YOU WILL BE MINE!!! >.<

    COUNTDOWN TO AUGUST AND COMPLETION OF MASTERS BEGINS NOW.

     
     
  2. My next read :)
I know it&#8217;s embarrassing for me to have read Ulysses and NOT The Odyssey. I&#8217;m a bad literature student I know T.T
But no worries!! I bought a copy today - on a whim- and as soon as I am done with these essays, I&#8217;m off to read these ^_^ 
p.s. hope its worth the £14.99 I paid for it&#8230;. I&#8217;m skiint these days =_=&#8217;

    My next read :)

    I know it’s embarrassing for me to have read Ulysses and NOT The Odyssey. I’m a bad literature student I know T.T

    But no worries!! I bought a copy today - on a whim- and as soon as I am done with these essays, I’m off to read these ^_^ 

    p.s. hope its worth the £14.99 I paid for it…. I’m skiint these days =_=’

     
     
  3. My Ulysses essay, wordled.

    My Ulysses essay, wordled.

     
     
  4. "Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine."
    —  James Joyce, Ulysses (via snorlaxbalog)
     
     
  5. Stephen, reading your internal monologues is like a nightmare where I&#8217;m chasing after some unknown object, in an unknown world and I always wake up before I can realise what that thing is.

    Stephen, reading your internal monologues is like a nightmare where I’m chasing after some unknown object, in an unknown world and I always wake up before I can realise what that thing is.