|Nice article on Judge on 10:33 - Jun 22 by Marshalls_Mullet|
What an awful first para.
Quite! And I learned a new word from it that I will never use.
But apart from that, you have to bear in mind that at school in Ireland, we are force-fed poetry in our long-lamented native lingo.
Fat books filled with long sentences of seemingly unrelated and barely incomprehensible words which only garner a 10% chance of accumulating any modicum of meaning once they have all been ingested and digested, spew forlornly across the page irking the eye of the disenchanted and flummoxed reader. (cough cough)
And in Irish. As Gaeilge. And so we as a people come to believe that literature is the art of phrasing something easily understood in an overly complex manner. And from thence came the baffling puzzlebooks of James Joyce, our reward to the Brits for not invading us sooner, and with larger, more convincing guns!