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One chap googling the holyboy's thingabib and this lad wetting his widdle.
Posted by Claudia Muir at 12:12 AM in Books | Permalink
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Amen to that. Joyce prophecied much, or much can be read into it.
Three quarks for Master Mark
Bernardus Sylvestris |
April 14, 2006 at 09:22 AM
It was as though a voice came from late 30's Paris and spoke directly to me.
Now I have a rejoinder to my partner if he calls from the next room and wonders what I am doing on the computer.
"It's High Modernism- dangitt"
-Frank Burdett "who has googled a few thingabibs in his time"
Francis Burdett |
April 15, 2006 at 12:43 AM
There is no apostrophe in Finnegans Wake.
Joyce wanted maximum meaning, and includes the invocation for all Finnegans(that's us) to wake.
April 15, 2006 at 07:47 AM
April 15, 2006 at 05:31 PM
My quote was also incorrect, "Three quarks for Muster Mark!"
I always liked GellMann using Joyce to name the fundamental particles.
I just found this.
I like the following limerick by Avrum Gruner:
One quark for beauty's sake,
one quark to rhyme them,
One quark for riverrun,
past Adam, Eve, and Feynman,
In the laps of marble,
where discomforts lie.
April 16, 2006 at 01:30 AM
You know, when the study of quarks was still largely theoretical, Zweig called them 'aces', because he thought they were four of a kind (turns out there are six), while Feynman called them 'partons', which implies a pair. So we should be grateful to Gell-Mann, even if he was being something of a show-off.
April 16, 2006 at 03:08 AM
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