Tuesday, September 30, 2014

e como pérolas,

as esferas continuam a rolar, fora de controle, fora do meu controle.

sobre a passagem de Joyce por Trieste, essa cidade da escadaria que me falta visitar. quem sabe um dia Trieste - Tessalonika - Istanbul.

"Ireland, where James was born, was not represented at the funeral. Irish president Eamon de Valera, after inquiring whether Joyce had died a Catholic and being informed to the contrary, had ordered that no Irish diplomatic official be present.

Ironically, in May 2002 the granddaughter of the late President de Valera, Irish Minister of Arts and Heritage Síle de Valera stepped off the government jet in Dublin carrying a suitcase containing about 500 pages of Joyce’s original early drafts of parts of Ulysses and some of the corrected proofs of Finnegans Wake. The Irish Government had purchased the papers in Paris from Alexis Leon, whose father Paul had rescued them from the Joyce apartment in Paris, where they were in danger of being auctioned off by the landlord who had not been paid before the Joyces left Paris for Zurich, or in peril of being looted by the occupying Nazis. The papers for which the government had paid €12.6 million (about $15.5 million), were destined to the Irish National Library and the proud minister, on stepping on Irish soil, declared that the return of the papers home was a “monumental event in Ireland’s literary and cultural history.”"

ironia.

"In April 1903, he received a telegram from his father that his mother was seriously sick with cancer,"
já li isto, onde estava?

daqui.


(daqui)


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