Here is a quote I particularly appreciate:
"I have nothing to declare except my genius."
--Oscar Wilde
He was such an excellent man.
Thinking of Oscar Wilde makes me think of Dublin and his weird monument in Merrion Square and St. Stephen's Green and how I much prefer it to Central Park, actually. I'm in the 14th episode of Ulysses--Cattle of the Sun. I can envisage that area perfectly. That trip was so totally awesome. Nausicaa proved how good James Joyce is (as if we needed more proof, which we don't.) Arguably his ability to be in Stephen's and Leopold's heads comes from a similarity to them, and the fact that they are each slightly based on one of his selves, but there's no reason he'd be able to capture so well the feeling of being a teenaged girl unless he was terribly perceptive and brilliant.
Shaw is also awesome. Yay Irish writers!
Today it rained all day. It was very pretty. I didn't go outside once, so I think I will step outside now just so I can say to myself that I have.
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