Monday, May 18, 2020

Bob Dobbs’ Diaries: June 4/1939 (Paris)

RHYEE. ELOI. TU. LOFTI. Bob couldn't shake the words out of his head. What did those words mean, he wondered as he wandered into his father's room. Renè sat glowing in his favorite chair. He had just returned from a Priory de Sion meeting, his father's favorite activity. He was holding a book. He held it up for Bob to see the cover. The title was two strange words--FINNEGANS WAKE. No apostrophe--a misprint right on the cover, Bob laughed to himself.

“Tim, he's finally finished it!”

“Who has?”

“James Joyce.”

Bob's father always called Bob “Tim” after Renè attended a meeting with the Priory. The habit usually lasted about 24 hours.

“I don't think I've seen him since he made that recording a while back.”

Bob looked while Renè opened to the first page. He moved it in to the light and Bob noticed more misprints… or it wasn't written in English.

“This book will be a guide for world government. A kind of operating manual for the next few decades. I'm going to show you how to use it after you've become absolutely exasperated with it.”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"The butler did it."