1957): Prousts creature are victims, then, of this predominating condition and circumstance - Time victims as lower organisms, conscious only of two dimensions and suddenly confronted with the mystery of height, are victims, victims and prisoners. in Disjecta, John Calder 1983, p.33 quoted in David Pattie, The Complete Critical Guide to Samuel Beckett, Routledge 2000, pp.15-16.) There is a continual purgatorial process at work, in the sense that the vicious cycle of humanity is being achieved (Rep. Purrgatory a flood of movement and vitality released by the conjunction of these two elements. Paradise the static lifelessness of unrelieved immaculation.
Joyce (1929) : Hell is the static lifelessness of unrelieved viciousness. This intensive skimming and absorption of the scant cream of sense is made possible by what I may call a continuous process of salivation. (ibid. form is strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one almost without bothering to read the other. His position is in no way a philosophical one. (ibid. Joyce as a structural convenience - or inconvenience. Joyce (1929) : The conception of Philosophy and Philology as a pair of nigger minstrels out of the Teatro di Piccolo is soothing, like the contemplation of a carefully folded ham-sandwich This social and historical classification is clearly adapted by Mr. ( Our Exagmination, in 1961, pp.1, 3-4 quoted in Gerry Smyth, Decolonisation and Criticism: The Construction of Irish Literature, London: Pluto Press 1998, p.86.)
Joyces Work in Progress Must we wring the neck of a certain system in order to stuff it into a contemporary pigeon-hole, or modify the dimensions of that pigeon-hole for the satisfaction of analogymongers? Literary criticism is not book-keeping. And here am I, with my handful of abstractions, among which, notably: a mountain, the coincidence of contraries, the inevitability of cyclic evolution, a system of Poetics, and the prospect of self-extension in the world of Mr. Joyce, in Our Exagmination &c.], 1929) - his essay on Joyce's Finnegans Wake : The danger is in the neatness of identifications. Spend the years of learning squandering / Courage for the years of wandering / Through a world politely turning / From the Loutishness of learning.
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