[John Whitworth]

No. It'stoo hard. I once wrote a novel. Garbage.

[Peter Goulding]

I once started to write a novel. The first lines went something like, "George had always thought that writing a novel was a piece of cake; once the first line was settled upon, the rest would flow easily."

That was as far as I got.

[Brian Allgar]

When I was young, I had a certain gift for writing sentences. I remember the day when, with great pride, I finished an entire paragraph.

[Lance Levens]

Buck up, lads, and stop all your whining. Write it in numbers then muck it up a bit.

[John Whitworth]

You got it, Lance

Oxford by James Joyce

Golden buildings caught by sunshine choral music sung in chapels autumn sunshine softly falling punting down the ancient river softly falling winter evenings college windows hurrying scholars gin and tonic at the boathouse lengthening shadows down the gardens ancient buildings softly falling golden scholars autumn shadows sunshine punting down the chapels college choral gin and boathouse golden apples calling meadows haunting moonshine lengthening fellows random knowledge hung in gardens summer madhouse glinting bindings fluttering pedals whispering swallows river shallows gin and gardens hunters ardent weeping fellows drifting whispers dreaming murder winter windows shadow music sung in softly building gardens tonic choral lengthening scholars wailing willows solemn chapels winding softly ailing scholars ancient molars river music classic columns dreaming madhouse pattering shadows boathouse tonic golden money stolen kisses crumpled pillows broken bindings tangled naked sunshine children ancient passions drowning river falling cardhouse chanting scholars hunting moonman random staircase choral starshine deftly building singing candles roaring dimly scudding rainclouds hurrying figures golden children weeping mirrors thisyear nextyear sometime notime nevernever nevernever

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[basil ransome-davies]

Joyce with some help from Longfellow?

[Brian Allgar]

Gin and tonic? Blimey, John, when I was at Oxford, it was half-a-pint at the Turf, if my grant hadn't already run out.

But there are some nice images in there.

[John Whitworth]

Yup! As you see, Bazza.