FRIEND: How many words did you get today?
JOYCE: (in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk) Seven
FRIEND: 'Seven? But James… that’s good, at least for you.'
JOYCE: (finally looking up) Yes...I suppose it is… but I don’t know what order they go in!"
This is a cache or bookish - wordy - inspirational things compiled by a writer - reader - bibliophile - artist - lover of James Joyce.