Blog run by Ellen, 20. Student at Oxford. Is currently limping through 'Finnegans Wake'.
This blog is mostly about James Joyce with smatterings of Ben Whishaw, William Morris, and the odd personal post.
"The Ellenous breed are a usually a wild creature and found in the depths of caves and under rocks." -



These noises converged in a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. 

One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died. It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds. Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me. I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about  to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: “O love! O love!" many times.

At least she spoke to me. 

James Joyce, “Araby”, Dubliners (1914)


Today i taught my students that James Joyce was in to sharting. I said a lot of other stuff but i know thats all they’lll take away from it.

Review: Dubliners by James Joyce



This is an incomplete review. I’m posting it as a place saver for when I actually finish the book.  I’ve read about half of Dubliners, and it’s taken me a month to get even that far.  It’s nothing against the book, I have so many other books I really want to read right now and since I’m not finding this read compelling at the moment it’s taking away from my truly appreciating the work, and that’s not fair.  I’ve marked this as ‘read’ on Goodreads because I’ll be coming back to it before the end of the year, but for now I’m taking a break from Joyce! 




Just finished ‘The Merchant’s Tale’. Am wondering about the practicalities of having sex in a tree.

Yes. Oh yeah. Asked myself the same question.

How about there is a really stable branch on which he sits on with an equally stable branch above and she sits on his lap and basically does lots of pull-ups… See it?

She has arms like Beowulf.

It’s so obvious, and now I have no idea why I had issues imagining it.


He said he believed in the old saying: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”

James Joyce, “Araby”, Dubliners (1914)


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