Today I woke up late, but then I read Ulysses and climbed a mountain and went swimming and made pudding so it turned into a productive day.
That book is so seriously amazing. Every time I open it I get sucked into its magicalness, which is only a good thing. I love it because there is so much that I understand, but I also know that there is stuff I'll only understand later on, and then I open any type of commentary and realize there is so much more. So many layers! And apparently being meta is a postmodern thing, and Joyce was modern, so he was ahead of his time! I discussed literary things with George as we were walking up the mountain, and didn't feel annoyed. And we quoted Beyond the Fringe a lot, and then discussed Marx Brothers movies, which reminded me that we really are the other person that each other knows who has had the most mutual experiences, and that does matter. We have been raised on the same humor, and we're the only people who've experienced both St. Stephen's and FCS, and being a child of our parents, and stuff like that. And then after dinner my family had another lovely conversation. And then my dad got a bit annoying, and I remembered that sometimes I'm not utterly upset to be leaving in about a month.
And tomorrow we see Roger and Melissa! Yay!
Oh, and George and I discussed how annoying it is that even the stupid or petty people Stephen is friends with in Ulysses are much more cultured, educated, literate and witty than we are. They talk about sex, but also about God and Hamlet and life. Why don't I know boys like that?
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