‘I would have wanted to produce not a comedy of the intellect but its romanesque, its novelistic theory’
But oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.
Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.
In other words, to what extend would people tolerate blasphemies if they gave them amusement?
God made food; the devil the cooks.
You see, control can never be a means to any practical end… it can never be a means to anything but more control… Like junk…
‘I am convinced there is nothing better than a coventional opening, an attack from which you can expect everything and nothing’