This is the canonic greatest writer of all time:

This is the canonic greatest writer of all time:
>You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

Cinema >>>>>>> Literature

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>Joyce was a literal fartposter
really made me think

I hadn't realised he was a mongoloid.

>tfw no qt with an arse full of farts

People are allowed to have their kinks. Not everyone is Radical Larry and has to be business all the time.

>James Joyce has a fart fetish
>no one blinks an eye
>some user posts BBBRRRAAAAPPP in response to an ass posted
>everyone tells him to kill himself
I want double standards to end

Those were his private letters to his wife dummy.

Although there is scatological references in Ulysses but its more of a humorous/ironic thing to show characters at their low point

It's more that fartposters shit up public threads with their bullshit while Joyce did it in private letters.

People who insert their fetishes in their work like Quentin Tarantino (feet) and Len Wiseman (femdom) are somewhere in the middle.

>Those were his private letters to his wife
So? It still shows that the 'great' writer was a wreck of a an man with a disgusting perversion

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>long windy ones
>big fat fellows
>quick little merry cracks

which ones would you prefer to come out of your gf's butthole and straight into your face? I think the long windy ones would be quite pleasurable as they would be very warm and very long.

Holy shit, this is literally "quite pungent my dear"-tier.

Everybody knows girls don't poo or fart. Joyce was fucking a trap

Load up Celery Man please.

>Joyce
>canonic greatest writer of all time
Literally pick one (1) (I) and only one (1) (I)

Or maybe "Nora" was genuinely into femdom. You've got to assume these were written to get her off as well.

>greatest writer of all time
Nothing short of divine vision or a new cure for the clap can possibly be worth all that circumambient peripherisation.

>Greatest writer of all time.
Maybe if you ask a bunch of faggots from Britain.

Some of the greatest minds have held terrible secrets

>*BRRRAAAAAAAP*

What did he mean by this

Lurk more.

He was a fedora too.

When his mother was diagnosed with cancer, his father sent a telegram which read, "NOTHER [sic] DYING COME HOME FATHER".[14] Joyce returned to Ireland. Fearing for her son's impiety, his mother tried unsuccessfully to get Joyce to make his confession and to take communion. She finally passed into a coma and died on 13 August, James and his brother Stanislaus having refused to kneel with other members of the family praying at her bedside.

Joyce is overrated. The opening of Finnegans Wake is GOAT though.

Ulysses adaptation, when?

It's his private life, he can do whatever the he wants with it. I bet your public life isn't thay bad even though ypur private life is pathetic.

literally me

Now this is brap-posting!

The whole thing in context is much lewder

>My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

2/2

>You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore’s glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

>Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

Joyce's fart letters were private and he would probably bring himself back to life just to kill himself again if he knew they became public after his death.

WTF, I HATE JOYCE NOW

>Joyce is overrated
Nope. I think Finnegans Wake is a little tedious, but Portrait and Dubliners alone cement his reputation, let alone Ulysses.

>arseways
>blackguard
>fat mickey

This so much. Imagine you build a reputation of great genius for a lifetime, years after years writing deeply complex whales of books, and after you're dead, if someone does a bit of searching they will know you were a fartlover. Damn, that's a blow

"fat mickey" in particular is great

I don't think there are any quick little merry cracks coming out of that arse. Big fat fellows at the very least.

this, holy shit, imagine the embarassment, at this point his sexual letters are almost as famous as his books

his family were clearly assholes, i wouldn't even have gone