WHITE HEAT

"His morning walk across the city had begun, and he foreknew that as he passed the sloblands of Fairview he would think of the cloistral silverveined prose of Newman, that as he walked along the North Strand Road, glancing idly at the windows of the provision shops, he would recall the dark humour of Guido Cavalcanti and smile, that as he went by Baird's cutting works in Talbot Place the spirit of Ibsen would blow through him like a keen wind, a spirit of wayward boyish beauty, and that passing a grimy marinedealer's shop beyond the Liffey he would repeat the song by Ben Jonson which begins: 'I was not wearier where I lay'"--A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

"You'll never get away with this, Cody!" "Cody--you have a good memory for names.  Too good." (BLAM!) --White Heat

At Sunday's singing group we sang "The Belle of Belfast City," "We'll Meet Again" and "Danny Boy."

I finished that Teach Yourself Beginning Korean book and started doing Duolingo lesson, like I did before with Portuguese.

I'm reading the last part of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, with Stephen Dedalus as a college boy in intellectual discussions with schoolmates.  James Joyce could have been a playwright, his dialogue feels so natural!  He was starting to develop the style of Ulysses  and Finnegans Wake, as when a kid sibling, asked where their parents have gone, answers, "Goneboro toboro lookboro atboro aboro houseboro."  This edition has a lot of end notes and I've been going through them, which slows me down a bit.

I've started a new computer game called Elvenar.  It's a town-building game from the same people who made Forge of Empires.

Tonight I went to see Raoul Walsh's White Heat yet again with the Classic Movie Meetup.  That's the one with James Cagney as the psychotic gangster with mother issues and a headache problem.  Like many of Cagney's movies, it holds up very well.