ABSTRACT
He fully appreciated Joyce's achievement as a writer, defending it tooth and nail when the occasion arose, but he was more interested in Joyce as a person. . . .
Those who knew my husband well often wondered why anyone as self-sufficient as he was, with serious interests and intellectual work of his own, should have been willing to devote so much time to Joyce. Frequently, when the question was put to Paul, he would answer:
41 am most interested in watching Joyce's process of creation. He has me look up words in various languages, and his mental process and the metamorphosis of language he indulges in are most fascinating to witness. . . .'
