Etherised Upon a Table

In what may be the most self-indulgent act of all time... I've been inspired to return to blogging by the coursework moderation I'm currently doing in order to pay off my overdrafts and bolster the old CV. A few of the projects I've moderated have examined modernism and the 'stream of consciousness' style of James Joyce and the similarly fragmentary approach of TS Eliot. This got me thinking, as I stare longingly at my collection of novels, plays and poems, that I'd love to plunge into my collection, steal, borrow and adapt some of my favourite lines and use them as a way of re-connecting both with blogging and with my book collection. Also, 6Music and Xfm have been providing the soundtrack to my moderation, so it's quite possible that the odd song lyric makes its way in too. I'll try to attribute where possible. This will be self-indulgent and messy. You have been warned:

Back to life, back to reality. Let us go then, you and I.
'Satan, King Satan - What the hell?' she said.
The train had derailed but the pun wasn't dead.
'Quiet you bloody wolf. Boil your guts in your own anger.'
'That's easy for you to say. Down in THAT London, of course.'
I don't wanna know if you're lonely. It's too easy to assume everything's fine and it isn't of course, but who's going to feel comfortable if you ride in on your bloody high horse. Exactly halfway through my trek in life, but it's more a roundabout than a crossroads. The days of Ibiza Uncovered are dead and gone but those days were never yours anyway. Welcome to Hell. A man on a mission to the sinners who sowed division, the sinners in Manumission.


Eliot - Prufrock
Dante - Inferno
Husker Du