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Monday, February 24, 2020

Bob Dobbs’ Diaries: Nov. 22/1939 (Paris)



Dobbs: But Mr. Joyce, what meaning is underneath all the layers of meaning in your new book?

Joyce: I've written it, Bobby, so that it cannot be edited down into any particular level of meaning.

Dobbs: That's stupid. Then it's meaningless, and it's a failure.

Joyce: Yes, it looks like a book. But I assure you, it's more than a book.

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