![]() ![]() I am not yet able to put into words exactly what this feeling is or where it comes from. Over the course of the month-long research project, that desire grew. Standing in front of the first printed edition of Ulyssesand then in front of the case that displayed Joyce’s writing notes, I felt a desire to know more about the literature of the Irish. ![]() ![]() I also realized that I couldn’t tell you when I read it or very much about it. In fact, the only piece of classical Irish literature I can remember reading is Oscar Wilde’s The Portrait of Dorian Gray. I realized while I was there that I had never read anything by James Joyce. Today, I want to tell you how much I fell in love with the idea, history, culture, and the people of Ireland and how it is affecting my academic journey going forward. Over the next “however long it takes to process all of the things I got to learn do and see and more importantly all the people I got to meet while I was there”, I will tell you about that trip. Yesterday (or Jdepending on when it is now), I returned home from what I can only describe as an I don’t know how I’m going to describe it trip to Ireland. So, before I delve into the literary commentary and try to parse out some of what I read, I’m going to go ahead and tell you the story of the journey. ![]() Therefore, I have decided to cut myself a little bit of slack in this regard. However, in my opinion, this is my first read in what I believe is going to be a very long journey. Let me be upfront and say, I am not sure I read this book well. ![]()
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