ABSTRACT
In judging the modality of another intelligence one possibly errs in supposing that a man whose penetrations and abilities exceed one’s own in a given direction shd. at least equal them in some other. In other words, the times we live in seem to me more interesting than the period of what seems to me reminiscence-which (to me) appears to dominate Anna Livia and the rest of the Joycean curley-cues.
