Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway appeals to me more than any of the recent works I’ve came across in recent weeks. Though the story does happen to be quite shifty this was a quality that which I certainly enjoyed. However, I really could not comprehend why this Septimus man was incorporated into the work until I… View More

Another, reflective reading we are to experience ourselves to! Very similar to Ulysses indeed, but not so repulsive!! I did find myself really captivated by the author of this novel, Virginia Woolf. I found her life rather interesting and engrossing. And I must admit, I’m very fond of learning other people’s lives and business. Call it nosy… View More

Mr. Leopold Bloom is one disturbing, pensive man. The beginning paragraph of this excerpt really gave me the goose bumps! How, vulgar and cannibalistic his nature seems to be, though I knew he was just talking about fowls and beasts, but I couldn’t help but feel a chill go through me with this introduction. After… View More

For a while, I could hardly understand what was going on in Mrs. Dalloway. Mrs. Dalloway seemed to be doing something, but she was mostly thinking about this or that or what-have-you. Things can get really confusing when one is inside another’s head. But, at least for a while, there was a moment of clarity, and… View More

I am completely unsure what to think about these characters from Ulysses. I can tell you this, though; I do not believe I will ever eat meat again. These descriptions of meat, particularly their smell, as in the case of the kidney smelling of urine, make me want to vomit. I do not, and never will,… View More

What an interesting chapter this was.  I was taken aback at some of the frank language and circumstances Mr. Joyce subjected us to.  I don’t believe a lady should have to read about someone’s bowel movements.  It’s just not proper sir.  I will say I was a bit confused on the subject matter, until I… View More

A seer you are of unworldly talent To discern with such ease a purpose Out of a tale so utterly vexing. How you gazed through the surface!   Your eye for detail is no doubt Worthy of praise among mortals. Although compared to mine, eternal You only see through narrow portholes.   Aye the dreams… View More

D.H. Lawrence is indeed a strange fellow And how his mind works mine eye can’t descry. A man is like fox, aye, to that I must agree There are far fouler names I could not deny.   Partly a tale of life and a dirge of death A timeless tune that is sung without end…. View More

Oh my am I confused by what this story has to say. There are so many things that I could point out. Let me start by saying that the first lines makes my stomach turn, “He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes.” Who… View More

I can’t help but contemplate what Henry’s method of “Winning” Jill’s love says about humanity. Like the fox, he used a clever means of attack to achieve his overall goal. In carrying out his actions, however, he robs March of true happiness. As I sail these skies, gazing down at the world below, I think… View More