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[urocyon]

I just read a good column about the pushing of fear, one of my pet subjects lately (and no wonder).

I also just got my first LJ-comment spam. Joy of joys!



I may not be too fond of Joyce, but this sounds more accurate than I'd like. Particularly the "not making much sense" bit. :)

You're Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.


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