Damn! I Missed BloomsdaySo we had better let the young prodigies take the field.
All that he has to say makes sense but maybe he could now say too that Joyce was a neuroscientist!
This, Joyce says, is the broth of thought, the mind before punctuation, the Jamesian stream of consciousness rendered on the page. We now take the messiness of the mind for granted - at any given moment, you are a bundle of stray associations and fleeting sensations, bound together by the glue of attention - but it took an artist to reveal just how disordered and confused our inner thoughts actually are.
Dead right, man!