My sister and I step onto the bus, exiting the airport into a bright world with bleary eyes and exhaustion wrapped around us like cloaks.
James Joyce
Walking Paris
We started walking near the Trocadéro, the Eiffel tower an uneasy metal clarion rising through a misty November sky.
Reading Log of Clay and the Diviner
Follow up to my post on Clay by James Joyce — but this time I'm also looking at the short story The Diviner by Brian Friel. These are notes taken from class and may be a bit scattered – leaving them here
Notes on Clay, a short story by James Joyce
21 Nov 2014: These notes were first published on the 9th of May 2013. I have migrated them back out of the black void of the internet, and here they are, slightly edited for clarity. I first read this story