ABSTRACT
Mr. Jolas says of Mr. Joyce: ‘In Ulysses and in his still unnamed novel (he) was occupied in exploding the antique logic of words…. In his supertemporal and multispatial composition, language is born anew before our eyes. Each chapter has an internal rhythm differentiated in proportion to the contents. The words are compressed into stark blasting accents. They have the tempo of immense rivers flowing to the sea. Nothing that the world of appearance shows seems to interest’ (Note: There I do not agree, E.S.) ‘except in relation to the huge philogophic and linguistic pattern he has undertaken to create. A modern mythology is being evolved against the curtain of the past, and a plane of infinity emerges. The human being across his words becomes the passive agent of some strange and inescapable destiny….’
