"I
have always believed in Andre Breton's freedom, to write as one thinks,
in the order and disorder in which one feels and thinks, to follow
sensations and absurd correlations of events and images, to trust to
the new realms they lead one into. 'The cult of the marvelous.' Also
the cult of the unconscious leadership, the cult of mystery, the
evasion of false logic. The cult of the unconscious as proclaimed by
Rimbaud. It is not madness. It is an effort to transcend the rigidities
and the patterns made by the rational mind."
Isn't this just perfect for Joyce? What do you think?