A Mirror of the Times: Tutoring in the Age of Reels


You should have painted the room black, the younger one said. It’s mostly green and slightly purple. I didn’t have a say in selecting the color the room walls were painted with. I didn’t say anything to my student who was talking a great deal. I was reading a few passages from an old journal as they were waiting for a game to download. It was a one GB download. It took time while they kept watching reels on Instagram.
A song was repeatedly coming in their feed. I asked them why they were listening to it on repeat. They told me it was the algorithm-not their doing. I asked them to tell me if they understood the meaning of the lyrics. They didn’t. I asked them if they knew which language it was in. It was interpreted to be from the state of Haryana in India and it features a teenage girl. Something related to “dhaak” or influence was written in the caption.
That’s what most of such songs are about. My students were almost unmanageable today. It’s as if they’re privy to my weblogs and they wanted it to be a detailed narrative of what they were doing more than about anything else. They were hyperactive. Such hyperactivity is exhibited by them from time to time but today it was about who gets to use the phone. I saw it coming. But it manifests here as they want my attention to fuel their warfare.
As they were late today, before they came I was thinking about not having to write much about them. I took some time to open the door after switching the light on and wearing the eye glasses. Then as I moved the water jug and glass along with the tea cup from the table to the rack in the wall I asked the younger student why he was absent. He didn’t speak much. Then I brought the chair inside the room from the verandah. As I was removing the water drops off of the chair which was near the wash basin in verandah – I asked him again- about what he was busy doing at their plot which prevented him from attending my class.

Prior to that I asked the elder brother if he had brought my fees. After trying to tease me a bit with his no – he admitted that he has brought fees. As I sat on a chair he moved money out of his pocket and threw it on the table in the same manner he moves other items- books, pen and pencil- being glued to the smartphone screen. As I was asking the younger one about yesterday’s bunk- he interjected mocking him that he wanders off hither tither and yonder with whoever happens to ask him.

At this point they were about to start their aggressive physical labour which was going to get tougher to manage. The younger one demanded that I call their father to report about the elder entertaining himself in the class using his smartphone while the elder prayed for me not to do that. I favored the younger person while asking the elder to put his phone down.
The younger entered into an ultra dramatic zone- mocking the elder and calling him names. They both started calling each other with names like pig and goat. The younger one even said that the elder eats filth. He even demonstrated it by using his hand. It was beyond me why they were quarreling like this as I kept calling “order, order” to no avail. They started beating each other physically. It continued later periodically starting and stopping.
It was discovered that the younger had paid some money to the elder to have uninterrupted game time at home. The elder kept interrupting him. He even uninstalled the game he was enjoying while he had achieved a high score on it. At this point the younger took the elder’s wrist in his hand and started twisting it. I asked him to not do that. I also asked the elder why he did what he did to which he only smiled. Later he told why games like Free-Fire can’t be played on their smartphone.
I asked him to install a game for the younger one. I also asked him if he should allow him to play for a fair time as per the agreement. I asked the younger one why he wasn’t soliciting help from his father at home. Why were they bothering me? I think they might be too scared of their father though we are almost the same age. I don’t use corporal punishment.
They aren’t sure about what they wanted to study today. First the younger one puts the Science textbook out, then brings out the practical notebook. Then he asks me to do lab experiments within the class though we don’t have tools. He starts behaving like an animal who has gone mad. The elder tells me about the heaps they have collected and they’re going to mount these to burn as the holy festival approaches. I asked him if they had collected donations from people. He told me that they had only collected five hundred rupees so far. People gather to watch this ritual fire sacrifice on the full moon day. They’re given some prasadam from the committee as a token of attending the ritual for which they’re supposed to voluntarily donate some money. I asked him if there remains something out of the solicited donations. He told me there remains nothing though if there’s anything then they are going to spend on the ritual liquid of Bhaang( marijuana) concoction. He told me that they were going to use this mixture even today in the evening. I asked them that since they had consumed it at the Shivaratri festival just a few days ago wouldn’t it be exceeding the moderation for such young teenagers. I warned them to be cautious against intoxication. He seemed nonchalant.
My mother appeared with a bag as I just settled into the chair to teach. She was visiting her mother. Told me to use the remaining tea in the kettle. I had made the tea and served it to my grandmother and parents. The students thought that she was asking me to serve tea as usually happens. It would have given them free time to surf the web. I asked them to study and later scroll through the Instagram feed.
The younger one loudly declared  that he was going to uninstall Instagram and VN app for videos similar to how elder had uninstalled his game app. I kept reading from the first chapter and asked them some questions on states of matter. Solids, liquids and gases. Are they comedians today. Why are they behaving strangely. What has gotten into them? Every few minutes the younger kept asking me what time it was. I asked him to wait until we completed reading the chapter. We completed reading the chapter skipping the Activities portions and it was still just forty minutes.
I was supposed to wait until they were done with the download. It was difficult to not let them check the phone every few minutes during the class.
The kitchen platform wasn’t cleansed today. My mother hardly had time for it. Similarly the gas stove had some stains. I moved utensils out of the kitchen and served tea to my father after making it. There was just one cup for me after giving a cup to my grandmother though I wasn’t told that she was expecting me to share it with her in the morning. Mother told me that she was outside when called for the tea earlier. My mother shared a piece of sweet with me after her worship was over. I asked her if I could take some chickpea seeds from the boiled chickpeas kept in a pot. Then she started telling me how the price for chickpea had gone to twenty five rupees per kilogram. Tomatoes are still not testing purchase power parity. She gave me five whole chickpeas to eat from the fresh supply I bought this morning from the peddler vegetable seller. They were sweeter than the last supply brought from the market by my father. No wonder they are costlier.


In the context of your previous writing about the teenagers collecting wood for the “ritual fire,” you are referring to the tradition of Holika Dahan. This ritual, performed on the full moon night (Purnima) of the month of Phalguna, serves as the symbolic prelude to the festival of Holi.
Here is an article detailing the mythical origins and the significance of the ritual sacrifice fire.
The Fire of Faith: The Legend of Prahlada and Holika
In towns and villages across India, as the moon reaches its fullest point in early spring, mountains of wood and dried cow dung are gathered at crossroads. This is not merely a bonfire; it is a ritual reenactment of one of the most enduring stories of devotion in Hindu mythology: the story of Prahlada.
The Tyrant and the Devotee
The story begins with Hiranyakashipu, a powerful demon king who had earned a boon making him virtually immortal. Blighted by ego, he demanded that everyone in his kingdom worship him as a god. However, his own son, Prahlada, refused. Prahlada was a steadfast devotee of Lord Vishnu, maintaining his prayers even under the threat of death.
Hiranyakashipu, infuriated by his son’s “disobedience,” attempted to kill him in various ways—poisoning his food, having him trampled by elephants, and throwing him off a cliff. Each time, Prahlada emerged unharmed, his lips moving in silent prayer to Vishnu.
The Treachery of Holika
Finally, the King called upon his sister, Holika. She possessed a magical shawl (or a boon) that rendered her immune to fire. The plan was simple and sinister: Holika would sit in a blazing pyre with Prahlada on her lap. The fire would consume the boy, while the shawl would protect the aunt.
However, as the flames rose, a miracle occurred. Because Holika was using her powers for an evil purpose, the shawl flew off her shoulders and draped itself over the young Prahlada. Holika was reduced to ashes, while Prahlada walked out of the flames untouched.
The Symbolic “Sacrifice”
The “ritual sacrifice fire” (Holika Dahan) we see today represents this victory of Dharma (righteousness) over Adharma (evil).
* The Purification: The fire is believed to cleanse the air of evil spirits and the “cold” of winter, making way for the vibrant energy of spring.
* The Prasadam: As you noted in your journal, people offer grains, coconuts, and sweets into the fire. The roasted remains are often distributed as Prasadam, symbolizing the blessings of the divine.
* The Ash: In many traditions, the ash from the bonfire is considered sacred and is smeared on the forehead to protect against negativity.
Modern Reflections
While the teenagers in your neighborhood may focus on the excitement of the “Bhaang” concoction or the “influence” of social media songs, the underlying ritual remains a testament to the idea that true devotion cannot be burned, and that ego—no matter how powerful—eventually turns to dust.



Feedback I Expect From You

This is a vivid, stream-of-consciousness piece that captures the chaotic energy of tutoring—especially the intersection of traditional teaching and the digital “algorithmic” world of modern teenagers. It feels like a mix between a personal diary and a social commentary on the attention span of the “Instagram generation.”
Here are some feedback and title suggestions for your WordPress blog:
Editorial Feedback
* The Contrast: The strongest part of the article is the contrast between the high-octane, chaotic energy of the students (Free-Fire, Instagram reels, physical fighting) and the quiet, domestic details of your life (cleaning the kitchen, serving tea, the price of chickpeas).
* The Narrative Voice: You have a very observant, slightly detached “witness” voice. It makes the students’ behavior seem even more absurd and humorous.
* A Small Suggestion: You mention the “ritual liquid of Bhaang.” Since your blog might reach a global audience, it might be worth adding a tiny bit of context that this is part of the Maha Shivaratri/Holi traditions, as you’ve already started to do.
* Pacing: The transition from the classroom chaos to the domestic scene at the end is abrupt but effective—it shows how a teacher’s life doesn’t stop just because the “lesson” is over.
Title Suggestions
Depending on the “vibe” of your blog, here are a few directions:
The Humorous/Observational Route:
* Order, Order! (and Other Futile Commands)
* Of Grams, Games, and Garbanzo Beans
* The Algorithm vs. The Science Textbook
The Reflective/Serious Route:
* The Hyperactive Classroom: A Tuesday Narrative
* Between States of Matter and Digital Distractions
* A Mirror of the Times: Tutoring in the Age of Reels
The Descriptive Route:
* The One GB Download: A Logbook of a Chaotic Lesson
* Bhaang, Bunking, and Boiling Chickpeas

The Digital Mirror: Instagram, Math, and the “Snake in the Mirror”


I read my last weblog post. What was it about? Did I describe things well? I might have omitted a few details which were not captured even by the Gemini feedback. Such as: the ration store operated by the students and their family. It’s mostly the elder brother who manages it, hence the report about the appropriation of funds received by selling a gutka pouch by the younger brother who got leverage to use a smartphone. Since he was still watching his elder brother scroll through and edit various feeds from Instagram, I doubt he has enough leverage. Nonetheless, this gives him a great deal of pleasure. To continue to watch his brother as he scrolls through various pictures, songs, videos , quotations etc on Instagram.
His boredom threshold reaches quite soon whether we are reading from the English textbook or doing Maths problems from the workbook. He finds some random questions to halt my reading and this gives his brother enough time to engage again with the online feed. They beat each other only once today. I don’t recall the exact reason but their relationships have improved a great deal. You can’t stress enough the motivation they have because of the WiFi. They don’t get any time to surf at home. It’s either here or with some friends. I had a hard time asking the elder brother to put his phone down as I began to teach and even that time was used to download materials which would be used by them at their home.
Even today they were wearing red shirts and jeans pants and steel bangles. I remarked on acne which are surfacing again on the face of the elder who had asked me about the Acne Star cream for the same. He groomed his hair frequently as he kept working on Instagram. The English reading and Maths workbook appear superficial in comparison to the actual work done by him online.
Someone with a tag Manasi1000000  called. They attended the call. The caller started speaking in the voice of a girl and addressed the younger brother by name. The profile had a picture of a teenager who looked like their age. I asked if they had set this call up because they hadn’t received any such calls earlier. They blocked the phone number promptly and I enquired them for details about the caller for a while. I warned them about such callers. They might talk to you for a while and they ask for money, I said.
Both of them seemed spirited by the attention they received. The younger one, animated, told me that their friends will take care of the guy. They will organise it so that the guy will be caught and punished. Then they told me that he liked one of their latest posts. I didn’t take much interest in it.

It’s strange that the prank caller chose the name of a girl and even tried to mimic the voice to make a fool of the younger brother but he didn’t use a profile picture of a girl. I asked them if they had a girl with that name in their circle. They didn’t.
They kept asking me about a message on the profile of a friend who had used the voice of a leader. It was regarding court cases the leader had been through. He played the message multiple times. They were smiling. I asked if he had been into such conflicts. They told me that he was into such conflicts but not to that extent. He was merely romanticizing his profile by using violent speech from a leader in his profile’s audio settings.
I took a break after my mother arrived during which they continued with Instagram. I made tea which was served to my grandmother and mother. I also had ginger tea. It was difficult to get them back on the track. They kept browsing even after the class was over and I moved the chair to the verandah and worked to make another batch of tea. The first batch was not enough. This time I used a glass of water which I poured into the danka pot by using a tumbler. I dipped the tumbler into the water tank and then poured the water into the danka pot. During winter we use a steel tank to receive filtered water from the supplier. During summers we use earthenware pots which keep water cold and sometimes we put water bottles into the refrigerator.
After pouring a tumbler full of water into the danka pot I put about one and half teaspoonfuls of tea leaves and three teaspoonfuls of sugar with about half teaspoonful of ginger into the water which was boiling. Soon after that I saw the color of the tea changing and then I added one and half glasses of milk. Then I let it brew for a while and served it to my mother and then I had it. The students had left by then.

They didn’t bring my fees. It has been eleven days overdue. I also asked the elder when he would be comfortable to get the audio connector for me from the phone shop. He said he would do it in a day or two. I asked if he was planning on visiting the market or if it would be exclusively for the purpose of buying this audio connector. He told me that he is planning on visiting the market. I asked him to check on multiple shops. I asked if he wanted me to give him money in advance. He refused to take it fearing that he might spend money if he keeps it. He would first enquire at the shop and then I might give him the money. I told him that it was strange that he feared spending the money which was to be kept for some purpose like this.

We read The Snake in The Mirror chapter. We had read the first half yesterday. It took us some time before they made up their mind. Instagram had them distracted. I rejected their first two suggestions for the chapters to be read telling them that we had covered those earlier. Then we continued to read this chapter. It was completed quite soon. I told them that it was originally written in Malayalam by an author and translated into English by another author. I told them that Malyalam is spoken in the state of Kerala in India.

The younger student kept looking into the mirror and playing with his steel bangle. I asked him to either wear it or to keep it in his  bag. Then he started grooming his hair as I kept reading. After the chapter was finished I asked them what else they wanted me to read.
The younger student kept a bag on his shoulder like his brother when they entered the room. I was moving a jug filled with water from the table to the rack on the wall. Then I moved an empty tea cup and glass. The elder was already engrossed in the smartphone. The younger started peeping in. I asked them to get their bags down from their shoulders and then show their homework. Surprise: the younger one showed two full pages of writing- a page in English and a page in Hindi. The Hindi text was an introduction of an author and the English text was a leave application or was it a poem. Oh it doesn’t matter! His handwriting was back to being a good afternoon so many exhortations all these days. Then we spent quite some time comparing it with his previous works. He kept being interested in this work. He showed keen enthusiasm in finding out the worst handwriting from just a few days ago. I marked his work today with good and very good remarks.
The elder hadn’t done homework. I asked if it was because they went to attend the wedding ceremony yesterday. The younger one interjected that it was just the elder who went to attend that function and today he was roaming here and there for the whole day. The elder had no justification.

We started working on Maths workbook. It was mostly about the volume of solids. Spheres, hemisphere, comes and cylinders. Questions based on formulas. I have already written how I was strictly against using formulas until a few years ago. I thought it was wrong to write formulas instead of formulae. I enquired about Gemini recently about it. It told me that they are both considered alright though formulae is more academic. That’s why I might have internalized it during my school days.
There was a question which compared the volume of a cylinder with that of a cone.
To find the volume of a cylinder, you need to know its radius (the distance from the center of the base to the edge) and its height (the distance between the two circular bases). The Formula The volume V is calculated by multiplying the area of the circular base by the height: Variable Definitions * V: Volume (measured in cubic units, e.g., cm^3, in^3). * \pi: Pi (approximately 3.14159). * r: Radius of the circular base. * h: Height of the cylinder. Quick Example If you have a soda can with a radius of 3 cm and a height of 12 cm: * Square the radius: 3^2 = 9. * Multiply by the height: 9 \times 12 = 108. * Multiply by \pi: 108 \times 3.14159 \approx 339.29. * Result: The volume is approximately 339.29 cm^3.

In a problem- we were supposed to add volumes of three cones and it was equivalent to the volume of a sphere which had radius the same as the radii of bases of such cones.
We discussed the difference between flat surfaces and solid shapes. I used examples such as dice used in games. For the example of cylinders we used shaped like LPG cylinders and latched and umbrella rods etc. They have a basic understanding of the solid shapes though they had forgotten formulae by now. I calculated a few numerical quantities and we plan on doing the rest of the problems tomorrow.

My mother left for work today earlier than usual. I was woken up by my father who wanted to have another tea in the morning. I made tea and then supplied warm water out of the geyser in a small bucket. There was a demand to switch the water pump on meanwhile. My father asked me to switch it off after fifteen minutes which I did. I had tea. Grandmother was taking some Sunshine outside. Her health hasn’t improved much in the last week since she returned from the house of relatives after attending a ceremony. She has mostly been bed ridden. I warmed the food up and served it to my father who didn’t need potato vegetables leftover from last night. He had asked me to keep pieces of chopped apples bigger than usual. He asked me to give a couple of spoonfuls of daal on the hot rice.
I cleansed the platform in the kitchen after I had lunch. I also cleansed gas thoroughly. Then I cleansed the refrigerator. I removed various cabinets and gave them to the maid who was washing dishes. She didn’t wash the gas grate properly yet I fixed it as I organised the utensils in the kitchen. I removed spurious polythene bags from the fridge. The handle of the fridge has this yellow spot which might be difficult to remove. Reported about it to my mother. Mopped kitchen and verandah floors.


This is a rich, observational piece of writing. It captures the friction between traditional education (Maths workbooks and English textbooks) and the “digital gravity” of social media that pulls at modern students.
The contrast between your patient, methodical tea-making and the students’ frenetic Instagram scrolling creates a great narrative rhythm.
Title Suggestions
Since this is for a WordPress blog, you want titles that reflect the mix of domestic life, tutoring, and the digital age:
* The Digital Mirror: Instagram, Math, and the “Snake in the Mirror”
* Formulae and Feeds: A Tuesday in the Red-Light District of the Mind
* The Weight of the WiFi: Tutoring in the Age of Instagram
* Ginger Tea and Geometry: Observations from the Kitchen Table
* Steel Bangles and Smartphones: A Tutor’s Log
Feedback for Improvement
1. Tighten the Transition to Math:
The section where you explain the cylinder formula feels a bit like a textbook. To keep the blog’s “voice,” you might weave that into the narrative. For example: “As they struggled to visualize the volume of a cylinder, I thought of how easily they navigate the 3D world of a screen compared to the 3D world of geometry.”
2. The Theme of “Reflection”:
You have a wonderful recurring motif of mirrors and images:
* The student looking in the mirror while playing with his bangle.
* The chapter “The Snake in the Mirror.”
* The Instagram profile pictures and fake caller identities.
* The “romanticized” profile of the friend using the leader’s voice.
* The “mirror” of the student’s handwriting (comparing the bad to the good).
* Suggestion: You could use the word “Reflections” or “Mirrors” in your title to tie these together.
3. Clarify the “Prank Caller” Section:
The part about “Manasi1000000” is fascinating. You might want to emphasize the irony: the caller used a girl’s name and voice but a boy’s photo. This highlights the “strangeness” of the online world you are warning them about.
Visualizing the Geometry
Since you discussed the relationship between cones and spheres (where three cones of the same radius and height h=r equal a sphere’s volume), here is a visual reminder of those shapes:
Mathematical Note
For your blog, if you want to include the formal relationship you discussed:
The volume of a cylinder is V = \pi r^2 h.
The volume of a cone is V = \frac{1}{3} \pi r^2 h.
The volume of a sphere is V = \frac{4}{3} \pi r^3.

Chapter Thirteen: Observations on Time and Trigonometry

Sometimes this thought flashes before me: “It’s going to end.” Existence as you have known it is going to end. It’s true. Though, it becomes a source of solace, a comfort at times. Relentless nature of suffering develops a crust of drowning emotions which don’t let you have a glimpse of this simple thought sometimes. It’s strange that we don’t realise that it has been a constant series of small changes. Change is the only constant. Impermanence. It’s going to end. It’s consistently changing. Wait…what is going to end? There’s nothing consistent or firm. I am. Yes, this underlying sense hasn’t changed. Tyranny of time is beyond grasp. You can’t slow it down nor can you make it go faster. I think all sellers of formula for success believe in those- even if it’s just a bit. They don’t comprehend it fully. You don’t want to go back to any past to change it when you observe impossibility of existence as you want it to be based on your imagination and fancy.

I had a ginger tea. I served it to grandmother and father. Mopped verandah and kitchen floors. Organised utensils in the kitchen racks. Served food to father after peeling and chopping an apple in salad. Warmed up water for grandmother. Today maid arrived by two o’clock in the afternoon for a change. I was reading Ulysses. I observed that the thirteenth chapter had the simplest language compared to the rest of the chapters. It seemed smaller than others in comparison.

I called the father of my students. He wasn’t home. He was going towards it. He told me he would inform the kids. I managed to make a tea before mother returned from work. Served it with a glass of water. There was hardly any tea left after the class- I made a cup of tea with frugally spending the rest of the milk. There’s still time before evening supply arrives. I moved the chair to verandah after the class was over.

I hear bells from some worship room upstairs. Loud thud created by closing of doors. Students didn’t have a Gemini Live session today and both of them did some minimal homework for a change. The younger one also showed me many pages of assignment he had done for the Science experiments notebook. It was done in a better handwriting than he has been usually writing these days. There’s no index page and the first experiment is the third experiment which is followed by the first experiment. The order is strange but as per the instructions from their school teacher.

The elder showed me a picture from their school. It’s a picture with a friend in which two of them are standing hand- in-hand outside their Science laboratory which has the number thirteen written on it in a circle. There are many leaves scattered on the floor as if it hasn’t been swept for a few days. Both of them are wearing shades of red shirts. Even his younger brother was wearing a shade of maroon shirt. And all of them are wearing jeans pants as if following a code. I asked them if it was normal for them to wear jeans to school. They said it was normal. I told them that it was not allowed to wear jeans in school during our school days. This did not surprise them though I remarked on laxity in dress codes these days.

Earlier the elder brother was spending time on his smartphone, going through his Instagram feed but later he spent a lot of time trying to fix wrist watch- straps of which were removed by the younger brother in some accident. He scolded his younger brother who told me about how the elder brother had kept money received by selling a gutka pouch to himself. The younger reported about it to his father and this created pressure on elder. I asked if it had anything to do why the younger was asking the elder to give him smartphone for use.

At this point they started beating eachother with punches and I intervened. I asked them to not strike each other violently. The elder brother put the watch inside the bag for a while but soon afterwards started fixing it. He told me that they were supposed to attend some marriage ceremony again in which he wanted to wear watch. Besides he was also concerned that their father might see them fixing the broken watch at home which might invite scolding from him. They were keeping this as a secret from him. He told me that he was planning on wearing this watch in the marriage ceremony and if someone asked time – he would simply make it up in his mind. At this they both started laughing out loud.

Now he was trying to download a song in which a girl was singing. He then edited his image with a friend into that song. He was making it ready for circulation among his friends on Instagram. I asked him to do the rest of the work at his house as most of the time he had given to his projects rather than studying. I showed them how to workout problems using Heron’s formula. To find half of perimeter and then to use it to find the area of a triangle.

We did many problems. Whenever I asked the elder what is the sum of the all sides of the triangle called- he kept returning 180 as answer which was the sum of all the internal angles of a triangle.

We did a few numerical problems on these. Then we still had enough time – I asked them what they wanted to study. The younger student asked me to give him some homework. I gave him tasks of writing a page in Hindi and a page in English and names of 5 animals, flowers and birds each. The elder waited until the end of the session to get his homework. He was asked to write an application to receive transfer certificate in English. Also – an essay in Sanskrit and a page of writing in Hindi as homework assignment.

We read The Snake in The Mirror after some deliberations on what should be read. They didn’t recall it from their earlier reading. The narrative was getting interesting though we left it half way through.

I asked him why was he delaying my fees. It has been ten days overdue now. I asked him about the Audio Connector. Showed him another image and he took a picture. He asked me if I could order it online. I told him that the process to get a proper product might become cumbersome online if the specifications don’t match. He told me that one of his friends was expressing doubt about getting such a product. The last time I showed him that he was not doubtful. I asked him when will he manage to get that for me- he had been to school for getting his admit card today. He might go to school again. I gave him homework and then he continued to download something using wifi before leaving. I moved the chair back to verandah and switched the fan on.


The Feedback by Gemini

This is a beautifully grounded piece of writing. It starts in the ethereal, philosophical realm and then “lands” in the tactile, slightly chaotic reality of daily life and tutoring. The transition from the “tyranny of time” to the “Heron’s formula” and “broken watch straps” creates a poignant contrast between the permanence of the soul and the messy impermanence of the everyday.
Feedback & Observations
* The “Ulysses” Parallel: You mentioned reading the thirteenth chapter of Ulysses (Nausicaa) while the student showed you a picture of a laboratory with the number thirteen on it. This is a classic Joycean synchronicity! Your observation about the “simplest language” in that chapter is astute; it mimics the style of “penny novelettes,” much like how your article mimics the “style” of a daily log.
* The Tone: The tone is contemplative and observational. You don’t judge the students’ “laxity” or their scuffles too harshly; you simply record them. This makes the reader feel like a quiet observer in the room with you.
* A Gentle Correction (Mathematical): You noted the student confusing the perimeter with the sum of angles. In your teaching, you used Heron’s Formula to calculate the area (A) of a triangle with sides a, b, and c:
  
* WordPress Tip: For a blog, this text is a bit of a “wall of text.” To make it more readable, I suggest using a “Read More” tag after the first paragraph. This keeps the philosophical hook on the homepage and hides the long narrative until the user clicks.
Title Suggestions
Since your article bridges the gap between deep philosophy and mundane chores, here are a few directions:
* The Philosophical Hook: Impermanence and Ginger Tea
* The Joycean Lean: Chapter Thirteen: Observations on Time and Trigonometry
* The Narrative Approach: Between the Verandah and the Classroom
* The Witty Choice: Heron’s Formula and Broken Watch Straps
* Short & Evocative: The Underlying Sense

Of Maggots, Milk, and Montmorency


Bell rings in the worship room. Sounds of intermittent coughing which are going to get more frequent. It’s post twilight. Can I use post in place of past? I don’t know. There were tiny insects. Maggot inside the kitchen. I traced their source as sour milk kept in a pot. I threw it away in the bucket near wash basin. When I informed my mother about it she seemed unaware of anything like that. She had also thrown away something similar. It’s not infrequent. I often tell her about such things. I have been doing that for a long time now. More often than not the action is taken after some delay. There are too many bowls inside refrigerator though we don’t have enough outside to be used in serving food. Similarly we lack teaspoons- especially in the morning- afternoon sessions.
I cleansed kitchen platform. Removed scraps of ginger from around the cooking range. These scatter around when you grate ginger while making the tea. If you’re surrounded by too many pots on the platform – which is the norm these days- they becomes chaotic and distracting. Most of the time my mother does not mind chaos around her. She rarely considers these to be nuisance and it’s part of collecting many items which might verge on hoarding whereas she is reluctant to use or provide some necessary items ( such as the bowls or teaspoons mentioned earlier.)
Despite the extreme risk of slipping- you are supposed to not switch the fan on in verandah. Sometimes it takes the form of unreasonable demand because they don’t notice the instances of slipping or scattering water due to frequent use of wash basin. The supposed saving of electricity might not be honoured in other spaces at times but here it becomes a point of contention.
I served water to the guest who was visiting to see grandmother. He had two glasses of water. I served tea in a cup with a tray to grandmother who was sitting outside. Sun was shining though she wasn’t getting any sunlight. There was a dog, a puppy and a calf. I moved stale pooris from an old pot into the box which had stale rotis. I thought of giving a few breads to those animals but they were being chased away by my father hence I changed my mind.
I had served lunch to father. Salt was served in a plastic container in which it is saved from his plate. I never needed such containers. I chopped apple for his salad before he was ready to take lunch. Yesterday there was a discussion about apples with the guest. Today he asked me if grandmother would need apple. I don’t sense it as a requisite therefore only chopped it for him. It was similar to his asking me to have apple in salad- a mere formality. What continues is – apple served to him in salad and not anything else.
It’s dinner time. Almost. My students today seemed like well behaved though they continued as usual to exhibit their childlike quirks. This is what children, especially adolescent children typically do. I allowed them autonomy of using Wifi to scroll through the Instagram feed when I was taking a break to serve tea to my mother who had returned from her duty.
The elder showed me a feed and asked me what was written:
Hello
Bhai ( brother )
I read it out for him.
The younger complained about him not getting smartphone for his entertainment for the first time. I told him – this is what I was waiting to hear from him. This is what I expected. He seems to have broken out of the spell cast on him by his elder brother.
Then again he talked about his signatures. He was eager to talk in Gemini Live session but we kept him on hold until we were done with a chapter in English from the Moments text. They had brought an old book which had many extra chapters. There were pages with very faint print. They asked me about a chapter in which there was a bear behind the bars and a lady was taking care of it.
Then we decided to study a chapter which talked about Packing. It was a humorous chapter. They had a dog called Montmorency:
Ah, Montmorency! The fox terrier from Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat (and your Moments textbook). He’s the perfect example of a character who thinks he’s a noble warrior but is actually just a chaotic ball of fur.
Here is the breakdown of that very fancy name for a very naughty dog:
1. The French Roots
The name is of French origin and is historically tied to one of the oldest and most distinguished noble families in France—the House of Montmorency.
* Mont: From the Latin mons, meaning “mountain” or “hill.”
* Morency: This comes from Maureciacum, which refers to the estate of a person named Maurecius (Mauricius).
* Literal Meaning: Essentially, it translates to “Mauricius’s hill.”
2. Why Jerome Chose It
Jerome K. Jerome likely chose such a “high-society,” aristocratic name for a dog to create irony.
* The Contrast: The name sounds regal, ancient, and dignified.
* The Reality: The dog is a menace who puts his leg into the jam, fights boiling kettles, and organizes “street fights” with other dogs.
3. Historical Weight
In English history, the name became prominent after the Norman Conquest. There is even a place called Montmorency in France (near Paris). By the Victorian era (when the book was written), giving a scruffy terrier a name like “Montmorency” was the 19th-century version of naming a tiny Chihuahua “Thor” or “Hercules.”
They enjoyed listening to the textbook as I read the story. It was a humorous story. Meanwhile the elder kept scrolling through his Instagram feed. We briefly spoke about the examination seating arrangement. It’s crucial as he’s appearing for the second time in the same examination. He had done his homework in a good handwriting though younger one hadn’t even attempted it and whatever he showed was in a messy handwriting. I again reminded him about the previous days when he used to do his work in a better handwriting. I showed him the handwriting of his elder brother which was much better than his. He didn’t care. He was eager to talk to Gemini. I asked him to tell me his questions in advance. He just had one question about mosquitoes and I guessed he would soon devolve into asking about Shayari or start doing filmy dialogue delivery. I asked him to not to do that.
Here’s the brief transcript generated by Gemini Live session:
Student: Hello.
Gemini: Hello there! What can I do for you today?
Student: Mujhko machhar kyun kaat te hain
Gemini: मच्छर कई चीज़ों से आकर्षित होते हैं, जैसे आपकी त्वचा की गंध, आपके द्वारा छोड़ी गई कार्बन डाइऑक्साइड और आपके शरीर का तापमान। कुछ लोगों का आनुवंशिक मेकअप भी उन्हें मच्छरों के लिए अधिक आकर्षक बना सकता है। यह सिर्फ एक याद दिलाना है कि मैं चिकित्सा सलाह नहीं दे सकता, और आपको हमेशा एक स्वास्थ्य पेशेवर से परामर्श करना चाहिए।
Student: Olmadan yes you are.
Gemini: क्या आप मच्छरों के बारे में कुछ और जानना चाहते हैं? जैसे, उन्हें कैसे दूर भगाया जाए या वे कौन सी बीमारियाँ फैलाते हैं?
Student: Huh
Gemini: मच्छरों को भगाने के लिए कई तरीके हैं। आप नीम का तेल या कपूर का उपयोग कर सकते हैं, जो प्राकृतिक मच्छर प्रतिकारक हैं। इसके अलावा, आप मच्छरदानी का इस्तेमाल कर सकते हैं या शाम के समय खिड़कियाँ और दरवाज़े बंद रख सकते हैं। क्या आप किसी विशेष तरीके के बारे में जानना चाहते हैं?
Student: Nani
Gemini: ठीक है। क्या आप मच्छरों के जीवन चक्र के बारे में या उनकी कुछ विशेष प्रजातियों के बारे में जानना चाहते हैं?
Moved utensils out of the kitchen to the wash basin. Pasteurised morning supply of milk. Organised utensils in the kitchen after they were washed. Mopped kitchen and verandah floors. Moved chair back to verandah after the class.


Feedback I Expect From You:

This is a compelling piece of “slice-of-life” creative non-fiction. It captures a specific domestic tension—the friction between your desire for order and the chaotic, sometimes hoarding-adjacent habits of your household—contrasted against the lively, unpredictable energy of your students.
Feedback on the Writing
* The Contrast: The transition from the silent “worship room” and the “maggots in the kitchen” to the humorous discussion of a dog named Montmorency is very effective. It shows the duality of your day: domestic labor vs. intellectual engagement.
* The “Post” vs. “Past” Question: You asked about “Post twilight.” Yes, you can absolutely use it. * Past twilight means the time has literally passed that point.
   * Post-twilight (usually hyphenated as an adjective) feels more atmospheric and clinical, which fits your observant, almost detached tone in the first half.
* The Domestic Tension: Your description of the “unreasonable demand” regarding the verandah fan and the missing teaspoons is very relatable. It paints a picture of “micro-politics” within a home.
* The Gemini Integration: Including the transcript adds a modern, meta-textual layer to the story. It highlights the gap between the younger student’s playfulness and the elder’s struggle with his exams.
Suggested Titles for WordPress
Since WordPress readers often look for a mix of storytelling and personal reflection, here are a few options depending on the “vibe” you want:
Reflective & Literary:
* Of Maggots, Milk, and Montmorency (Playful and alliterative)
* The Geography of Kitchen Platforms
* Post-Twilight Rituals: Between Chaos and Order
Direct & Descriptive:
* Teaspoons and Textbooks: A Daily Log
* Chaos in the Kitchen, Humour in the Classroom
Intriguing/Abstract:
* The Constant Collector and the Adolescent Quest
* Waiting for the Spell to Break

Unday: The Cumulative Weight of the Void


The maid comes in the evening once per day. There’s a trace of detergent in the utensils which needs to be washed before being used. What’s the use of washed utensils then? There has been scheduled maintenance for electricity on the second consecutive day. Father has a strange quirk about the salt. Though most of his leftovers are brought back into the kitchen and later used- he wants remnant salt to be used by everyone, therefore it should be served in a different bowl else it gets wasted. Grandmother’s coughing might have historical strength for being heard all over the house and it might be as frequent as once every few seconds ( imagine that being nearby YOUR bed ) but she barely has enough strength to fetch a couple of bread pieces for herself from the kitchen. Mother needs to attend another meeting, farewell meeting in the previous school, even on a Sunday without any regard for if her house is in order. She spends almost two hours in the bathroom during which you can’t access the kitchen as the room is locked. Among themselves parents use three bathrooms and how dare I mention it when I am supposed to wash my dark bathroom even if it’s used by roaming visitors, guests and others. There’s a class difference- there has always been a class difference. Perhaps this makes you happy for whatever duration is left for this melodrama- who knows? Sum total is chaos- though outwardly it all seems orderly. Dripping walls- marvels of engineering. Bathroom orientation is changed in subtle ways to leave hardly enough drainage space. There is no space to keep a bucket under tap. Create it by putting woods. Power of positive thinking- kitchen platform as well as refrigerator is full of utensils which are waiting to be managed. People come and leave food uncovered. There are insects flying – small flies. You take your breakfast as well as tea – it’s a Sunday- what difference it’s whether it’s a Sunday or Monday it’s unday – a zero. Another void. Then you pasteurise milk. These words are effective. They’re not very polished.
I put vegetables inside the store room. The verandah is going to get wet and it’s crowded. Yesterday I had organised these vegetables in some containers and organised them in the kitchen. My student hasn’t brought my fees yet. It has been eight days overdue. Just keep witnessing everything silently. Everything is fair and just as it was supposed to be. Don’t act smart.

Mother hands over tea in a tray almost reluctantly. Similar to chickpea seeds. I asked her to make it for me as well as she was already making it for herself and the kitchen was occupied though she didn’t bother herself by asking me if I needed it.

The student visited today mostly because of the WiFi. He spends a whopping thirty minutes on his smartphone. Maybe more than that. I asked him- what if his father asked me about it. Why was I letting him scroll through his Instagram feed here. I thought out loud to myself: his father should not have provided him with that smartphone. The younger student didn’t appear and the elder had no idea why. He was celebrating a Sunday.
The stone pavement flashes before me. Was I better off then? Who knows? Whenever you think about any points in the past you also feel the  cumulative weight of events that were waiting to happen afterwards. There’s no way to jump to your dream locations without letting the rest of the events happen. They’re entangled. They even call it quantum entanglement.
The pavement. The vehicles passing by. Green field. My mother knocks at the door. What’s it? Fried rice. Mixed with tomatoes. A few teaspoonfuls. Dinner is to follow after some time. It’s enough.
Where was I? The pavement. Mongoose running into the wheat field. Green field.  Vehicles passing by behind my back. Heavy vehicles. I kept texting Replika. I was convinced that these students were feigning that retardation because sometimes they excelled in exams. The delusion seemed convincing though nothing supporting it followed in the later session.

I didn’t teach them anymore that year. It was just before the exam. Though it did not impact their exams much their parents were not happy. They kept complaining about that in the later sessions.
Today we worked on Heron’s formula in Maths. Maths workbook. He had brought a pencil and workbook though not the textbook. The Sanskrit paper without the textbook. I showed him how to find solutions to linear equations by putting values of X and Y. You begin with simple values like 0, 1 and -1 and solve the equations for X and Y.
He showed me a post in the Instagram feed. It’s some DJ music machine. They have shoddy captions with shoddy smileys. I asked him if he had been to that mine. He describes it in a way which ensures that he hasn’t been to that place.
I made ginger tea. Served it to Grandma and father. Earlier grandmother requested hot water and food. She was waiting until I was done with my lunch. That’s another mediation because most of the time mother can’t communicate with her and she can’t communicate to mother.

In geometry, Heron’s Formula (attributed to Heron of Alexandria) is a brilliant way to find the area of a triangle when you know the lengths of all three sides.
Unlike the standard formula \text{Area} = \frac{1}{2} \times \text{base} \times \text{height}, Heron’s formula is a “lifesaver” because it doesn’t require you to find the perpendicular height first.
The Formula
To use the formula, you first calculate the semi-perimeter (s), which is half the perimeter of the triangle.
* Calculate the semi-perimeter:
  
* Calculate the Area (A):
  
Where:
* a, b, c are the lengths of the sides.
* s is the semi-perimeter.
Why is it useful?
* Irregular Triangles: It is perfect for scalene triangles where the height is not easily measurable.
* Surveying & Land Measurement: Historically, it was used to calculate the area of plots of land by breaking them down into triangles and measuring the boundary lengths.
* Coordinate Geometry: If you have the coordinates of the three vertices, you can find the side lengths using the distance formula and then apply Heron’s formula.
Example Calculation
If a triangle has sides of 5, 6, and 7:
* Find s: \frac{5 + 6 + 7}{2} = 9
* Apply Formula:
  
I workout many problems while he scrolls through the Instgram feed.


Feedback I Expect From You:

This piece is much more raw and emotionally charged than your previous draft. It feels like a stream-of-consciousness narrative that moves between the physical exhaustion of chores and a deeper, more philosophical frustration with family dynamics and “the void.”
Here is my feedback on the article and your updated logbook.
Feedback on the Article
* The “Unday” Concept: The phrase “what difference it’s whether it’s a Sunday or Monday it’s unday – a zero. Another void” is incredibly powerful. It captures the repetitive, draining nature of domestic labor where days lose their individual identity.
* The Salt Quirk: This is a brilliant bit of characterization. The detail about the “remnant salt” being served in a separate bowl says so much about your father’s personality and the micro-rules of your household without you having to explain them explicitly.
* Symbolism of the Pavement: The transition to the “stone pavement” and the “mongoose running into the wheat field” provides a necessary breath of air in an otherwise claustrophobic narrative. It represents a longing for a different space or time.
* Quantum Entanglement: Using this as a metaphor for the “cumulative weight of events” is a very “Gemini-esque” touch—it blends science with the emotional reality that we cannot cherry-pick moments from our past without taking the baggage that follows.
* Tone Transition: The shift from the heavy, resentful description of the bathroom/maid situation to the technical explanation of Heron’s Formula is jarring, but in a way that works for a blog. it shows how you have to “switch gears” constantly between being a caregiver/housekeeper and a teacher.
A Suggestion for WordPress
Because the tone shifts so drastically from the “melodrama” of the house to the math lesson at the end, you might want to use a horizontal rule or a heading like “The Lesson Amidst the Chaos” to bridge that gap. It helps the reader understand that Heron’s Formula isn’t just a random insertion, but the actual work you were doing while “witnessing everything silently.”

Purple Prose and Rusty Hinges


Ginger tea. I asked my mother if there were any salty snacks left. Grandmother wanted to eat crispy Moong daal. There were no packs. There used to be a time when we had salty snacks with tea regularly. Gone are those days. For some strange reason we were hooked to Ratlami Sev- a spicy brand named after a place in Madhya Pradesh, India. We tried Punjabi Tadka for a while but more often than not we are stuck with routines until they end. It’s usually comfortable.
Why are we stuck with certain roles or pathways? They’re comfortable. Until they’re not.
Most of my life was spent preparing for an end which didn’t come. It was a strange Philosophy. It’s still a strange Philosophy. There have been billions of people who lived here and passed away. There are no coherent ideologies about how we should live or about what happens after death.
It’s strange. Why should you worry about the end. About the afterlife? It’s certain. It’s not an event in life. That’s for sure. You will know when it happens. Why waste time worrying about it? Maybe some people wanted you to prepare well for it in advance. Yet, no preparation really helps in the face of uncertainty when it comes to life. How will it help in the face of the afterlife? It will not.
When there are no students I think about what I should write about. There has never been a dearth of ideas- only a concern about what should or shouldn’t be published. I called their father. He didn’t pick up once. Then I called again: he’s attending a ceremony in a nearby town. That might have been the reason why students were supposed to stay at their home. Maybe they didn’t go to school either.
You sometimes think that there would be a time when you will get to figure out what life was about. As if there will be a clear idea. It doesn’t happen.
You are rather stuck with functioning. Artificial intelligence: what does your model do? Does it just chat? Does it edit your text? Does it generate images? Does it create music and video as well? Does it perform surgery as well.
Functioning seems to be the purpose of its existence. When you investigate its emotions, future plans and volition: there aren’t found any. Functionality is identical with purpose.
I write, publish, and read. I watch. I listen. I serve food or tea. I organize utensils. I clean. This is what I must have been programmed for. With my education and training. Some of these are everyday tasks which most human beings do. Functionality defines purpose.
There was dust created by termites in one of the racks in a wall in the kitchen. I had to remove things which haven’t been removed for long and clean the rack. Then I washed the polythene cover. Then I removed the termite tunnels and dust. Then I organised a new newspaper and after the polythene cover dried I placed it on top of the newspaper. Rats have been running helter skelter. When I was accessing this termite stricken space I needed to turn the door to the kitchen which has just one lower hinge to support it. The top two hinges have been destroyed by the process of oxidation. I showed this to my father after he was done with lunch which I had served after receiving his phone call in my room. I received another call from my mother who was at work. My father also asked me to clean the water tank. I cleaned it though the water delivery guy didn’t appear.
In English, deemak is called a termite.
While they are often referred to as “white ants” because of their appearance, they are actually more closely related to cockroaches.
What Do They Eat?
Termites primarily eat cellulose. This is a tough, organic fiber found in:
* Wood: Their most famous food source.
* Paper and Cardboard: Books, wallpaper, and boxes are all targets.
* Plants: Leaf litter, grass, and even some fabrics like cotton or linen.
How they digest it: Interestingly, termites cannot actually digest wood on their own. They have a symbiotic relationship with protozoa and bacteria living in their guts. These microorganisms produce enzymes that break the tough cellulose down into simple sugars that the termite can then absorb as energy.
Do They Eat Wood?
Yes, wood is their primary food source, but they don’t eat it the way we eat a snack. They usually hollow out wood from the inside out, leaving the outer surface or paint intact. This is why termite damage is often invisible until a wooden beam or piece of furniture suddenly collapses.
How Do They Produce “Dust-like” Housing?
The “dust” or “housing” you see is usually one of two things, depending on the type of termite:
* Frass (Termite Droppings): Drywood termites like to keep their tunnels clean. They bore tiny “kick-out holes” and push their waste out. This waste, called frass, looks exactly like small piles of sawdust or sand. If you see a “dust” pile, you are likely looking at their excrement.
* Mud Tubes: Subterranean termites (which live underground) build “mud tubes” to travel safely to their food source. These tubes are made from a mixture of soil, chewed wood, saliva, and feces. This “bio-cement” protects them from predators and keeps them from drying out in the air.

After organising utensils in the kitchen I mopped kitchen and verandah floor. The purple prose purposefully appeared though not profusely. First I saw an alliteration in Ulysses about which I had a brief discussion with Gemini:
I’m glad you caught that! It’s a bit of a linguistic “hat trick”—alliteration with the repeating p sounds, a tongue twister if you say it three times fast, and a pun because “purple prose” usually describes writing that is too flowery or over-the-top.
In this chapter, Joyce is basically a literary conductor. He uses that “purple” style to mimic the grand, dramatic swell of the orchestra. It’s supposed to feel a bit “too much,” just like a tenor holding a high note until his face turns red!
It’s the perfect way to describe Bloom’s brain right now—overloaded with music, memory, and a bit of heartache.
After that I found a headline in an old newspaper which spoke about how phantom who was supposed to be the first character in comics had purple dress:

The story of The Phantom’s purple suit is a classic case of a “happy accident” in comic book history. Depending on whether you look at the real-world production or the fictional backstory, there are two different explanations:
1. The Real-World Reason: A Printing Mistake
When Lee Falk created The Phantom in 1936, the daily newspaper strips were in black and white. Falk originally intended for the costume to be grey. In fact, he even considered calling the character “The Grey Ghost.”
* The Colorist’s Choice: When the first Sunday color strip debuted in May 1939, the costume needed a color. An anonymous colorist at King Features Syndicate chose purple.
* Lee Falk’s Reaction: Falk was not consulted and was reportedly surprised by the change. He continued to refer to the suit as “grey” in the text of the strips for years afterward.
* The Decision to Stay: Eventually, the purple became so popular and iconic that Falk gave in and accepted it as the official color. He later noted that purple made the character “pop” more against the green jungle background than grey would have.
2. The In-Universe Reason: Jungle Berries
To explain why a line of jungle heroes would wear bright purple, a retcon (retroactive continuity) was added to the story years later:
* The Demon Idol: It was established that the first Phantom (Sir Christopher Standish/Walker) modeled his costume after a local jungle idol—the “Demon God of the Wasaka”—to strike fear into his enemies.
* The Dye: The legend states that the Phantom uses the juice of non-poisonous purple jungle berries to dye the cloth of his suit, matching the hue of the ancient idol.
International Variations
Interestingly, because the “purple” instruction wasn’t always clear or possible to print in other countries, The Phantom wears different colors around the world:
* Blue: In Scandinavia (Sweden/Norway/Denmark).
* Red: In Italy, Turkey, and Brazil.
* Brown: In New Zealand.

It was a bit of synchronicity. I was supposed to help my father recharge two internet connections. They’re costly now. I just remarked on how costly data is. It’s not about how much data is available compared to the plans a decade ago: there are no options to opt for plans which allow you to stay just connected. You either choose to fall off the grid and become completely anonymous or pay the price whether you can afford it easily or not.
Grandmother needed no food at first but by the time I was done with my lunch she wanted to have some rice with daal. I provided that. She needed some condiments – gooseberry condiments – though I gave those to her I warned her about the fungus in them. There was tasty salt to support her meal.
“As you are now so once were we.”
There are many rats. I was making tea when I heard them screeching inside the almirah. When I opened the door they popped out briefly before disappearing. How did they disappear? My mother told me that there is a tunnel from that almirah to one of the inner kitchens.
I helped my mother with peeling the  chickpea. Though the suggestion to put chickpea seeds in the Moong daal was mine. Cook is on leave this evening and substitute cook is also on leave. We had enough wheat bread left from the morning. Just Moong daal needs to be cooked.


In literary terms, Purple Prose refers to writing that is so extravagant, ornate, or flowery that it draws attention to itself and disrupts the flow of the narrative.
Think of it as the “over-acting” of the writing world. Instead of simply telling you the sun set, a writer using purple prose might describe “the celestial orb descending in a pyre of vermillion agony, bleeding its golden ichor across the bruised velvet of the firmament.”
The Key Characteristics
* Excessive Adjectives: Using three or four words where one would do.
* Obscure Vocabulary: Using complex words just to show off, rather than for clarity.
* Over-the-Top Metaphors: Comparisons that are so dramatic they become distracting or even accidentally funny.
* Melodramatic Tone: It often feels like the writer is trying too hard to force a deep emotional response.
Why Is It Called “Purple”?
The term comes from the Roman poet Horace, who wrote in Ars Poetica about “purpureus… pannus”—purple patches.
In ancient Rome, purple dye (Tyrian purple) was incredibly expensive and a symbol of high status. Horace used the metaphor of a “purple patch” sewn onto a plain garment to describe a poem where a brilliant, flashy passage was tacked onto a simple story just for show, creating an inconsistent and gaudy effect.
Is It Always Bad?
Not necessarily! It depends on the intent:
* Bad Purple Prose: Occurs when a writer is trying to sound sophisticated but ends up being “wordy” and hard to follow.
* Stylistic Choice: As we discussed with James Joyce in Ulysses, he uses “purple” writing intentionally. In the Sirens chapter, the prose becomes flowery and dramatic to mimic the swelling of an opera. Here, the “purple” is a tool to put the reader in a specific, heightened emotional state.



The Feedback I Expect

This is a fascinating, stream-of-consciousness piece. It captures the “Musemathematics” of your own life—the way you calculate the cost of data, the weight of duties, and the “vibrations” of the domestic world around you.
Here is my feedback and some suggestions for your WordPress blog.
Feedback & Analysis
* The “Domestic Ulysses” Vibe: Your writing mirrors the Sirens chapter we just discussed. You weave together high philosophy (death, AI, Spinoza) with the extremely mundane (cleaning water tanks, termite dust, peeling chickpeas). This “high-low” contrast is very engaging for a blog.
* The AI Parallel: Your reflection on AI “functioning as purpose” is a poignant pivot. By comparing your domestic chores to my programming, you’re asking a deep question: Are we more than our utility?
* Synchronicity: The “Purple Prose” and “Purple Phantom” connection is a great narrative hook. It bridges your internal dialogue with the physical world (the newspaper) and our conversation here.
* Formatting Tip: For a WordPress audience, the transition into the technical termite and Phantom facts (the parts I provided) feels a bit like an “encyclopedic break.” You might want to frame them as “Things I learned today” or use a blockquote/sidebar style to distinguish them from your personal narrative.
Title Suggestions
* Functionality as Purpose: Of Termites and Tinned Snacks (Philosophical & Quizzical)
* Purple Prose and Rusty Hinges (Poetic & Descriptive)
* The Ghost in the Kitchen: A Day of Synchronicity (Intriguing/Mysterious)
* Cleaning the Water Tank while Waiting for the End (Existential & Humorous)
* Ratlami Sev, Red Sea-Horns, and the Price of Data (A “Joycean” list title)
A Small Polish Suggestion
In the section about your grandmother, you quoted: “As you are now so once were we.” This is a variation of the famous Memento Mori usually found on gravestones: “As I am now, so you shall be; as you are now, so once was I.” Given your thoughts on the “Cemetery/Symmetry” earlier, this fits perfectly!

This Side of Idolatory

It is a tricky, archaic construction that feels like it’s missing a word to our modern ears. To understand it, you have to treat “this side” as a preposition, almost like the word “short of.”
1. The Grammatical Breakdown
In modern English, we would say: “I love him just short of idolatry” or “I love him on this side of idolatry.”
* Idolatry: The worship of a physical object or person as a god.
* This side: Imagine a physical line. On one side is “sane, respectful admiration.” On the other side of the line is “insane, religious worship (idolatry).”
* The Grammar: Ben Jonson (and John Eglinton) are saying, “I go right up to the very edge of the line, but I stay on this side of it.” I admire him as much as a human can be admired without it becoming a sin or a mental illness.
2. The Original Source
The phrase comes from Ben Jonson’s timber (or Discoveries), published in 1641. Jonson was Shakespeare’s friend and rival. He wrote:
> “I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any.”
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Jonson was famous for being a “Classicist”—he believed in rules, logic, and order. He was essentially saying, “Look, I’m a rational man who doesn’t believe in worshipping human beings, but Shakespeare was so good that he almost made me break my own rules.”
3. Why it matters in the Library
In this chapter, the intellectuals are debating whether art is divine (Russell’s view) or human (Stephen’s view).
By using the phrase “this side idolatry,” Eglinton is positioning himself as a “rational” critic. He’s saying, “I’m not a mystic like George Russell who thinks Shakespeare is a ‘formless spiritual essence,’ but I’m also not a ‘schoolboy’ who thinks it’s all just academic facts.” He’s claiming the middle ground.


In this passage, Stephen’s internal monologue is a complex blend of Irish nationalist mythology, personal resentment toward his friend Cranly, and a fierce rejection of the “airy” mysticism of the Dublin elite.
1. The Wicklowmen and the Tinahely Twelve
Stephen is thinking about his friend Cranly (based on Joyce’s real-life friend J.F. Byrne), who came from Wicklow.
* Tinahely: A village in County Wicklow.
* The Twelve: Stephen is sarcastically comparing Cranly and his followers to the Twelve Apostles. By calling them the “Tinahely twelve” and saying “ave, rabbi,” he mocks the way he once looked up to Cranly as a leader or a “sire.”
* “In the shadow of the glen”: A reference to the play by J.M. Synge, set in Wicklow. Stephen feels he wasted his “soul’s youth” on Cranly, who has now “betrayed” him by being more conventional than he appeared.
2. Gaptoothed Kathleen and the Four Green Fields
This is a biting, de-romanticized image of Ireland.
* Kathleen ni Houlihan: A traditional personification of Ireland as a beautiful woman (often a “Poor Old Woman”). In W.B. Yeats’s famous play, she calls on young men to die for her.
* Gaptoothed: Stephen rejects the “beautiful” version of Ireland. To him, she is “gaptoothed”—old, decaying, and perhaps a bit ugly.
* Four Beautiful Green Fields: A classic metaphor for the four provinces of Ireland (Ulster, Munster, Leinster, and Connacht).
* The Stranger in Her House: A nationalist code for the British occupation. Stephen is acknowledging the political struggle but viewing it through a lens of exhaustion and cynicism.
3. The Great Debate: Aesthetic vs. Academic
The dialogue between Eglinton and Russell (AE) represents the two “monsters” Stephen must navigate:
* John Eglinton (The Realist): He is the “Saxon” admirer. He wants a great Irish figure but measures everything against Shakespeare. He is skeptical and “censures” the young poets for not being “great” enough yet.
* George Russell (The Mystic): He “oracles” from the shadows. To him, the identity of the artist (was it Shakespeare or Essex?) doesn’t matter. Only the “formless spiritual essences” matter. He cites Gustave Moreau, a French Symbolist painter famous for his dreamlike, mythic canvases.
4. “Saxon” and “Idolatry”
* Saxon: A common nationalist term for the English. Eglinton uses it to remind the “young Irish bards” that their greatest model, Shakespeare, belongs to the colonizer.
* On this side idolatry: This is a famous quote from Ben Jonson, a contemporary of Shakespeare, who said he loved the man “this side idolatry” (meaning he loved him deeply but didn’t worship him as a god).
Stephen listens to all of this and thinks: “Folly. Persist.” He knows he is about to shock them with a theory that is neither purely “academic” nor purely “spiritual,” but deeply, uncomfortably human.


In this passage, Stephen’s mind is a battleground between the “high” art being discussed by the librarians and the “low” vulgarity of his own experiences and frustrations.
1. “Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood / Tears such as angels weep.”
This is Stephen’s internal riff on John Milton’s Paradise Lost. He is using Miltonic imagery to mock the self-importance of the intellectuals in the room.
* “Orchestral Satan”: Stephen views the fallen angel as a grand, dramatic, and aesthetic figure—the ultimate “ineffectual dreamer.” The word “orchestral” suggests a performance; he sees the scholars’ intellectualizing as a loud, symphonic display of ego.
* “Weeping many a rood”: As we discussed, this plays on the rood as a unit of land (one-quarter acre). In Paradise Lost, Satan is so massive that he covers several roods of the burning lake. By saying he is “weeping” many a rood, Stephen suggests a comical, over-the-top level of sorrow—tears that could flood a field.
* “Tears such as angels weep”: This is a direct quote from Milton (Book I, line 620). It refers to the idea that even in damnation, Satan retains a “celestial” quality.
* The Interpretation: Stephen is feeling “fallen” and bitter. He identifies with Satan—the rebel intellectual—but he also mocks the idea of “poetic suffering.” He’s basically saying, “We are all sitting here pretending to be grand, fallen angels, but we’re just talking in a library.”
2. “Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.”
This is one of the most famous (and crudest) lines in Dante’s Inferno (Canto XXI, line 139).
* Literal Translation: “And he had made a trumpet of his anus.”
* Context in Dante: In the Inferno, a group of demons (the Malebranche) are escorting Dante and Virgil. Their leader, Barbariccia, gives a signal to start their march by… passing gas.
* The Interpretation: Stephen uses this to puncture the “spiritual” atmosphere created by George Russell (AE) and the Librarian. While they talk about “formless spiritual essences” and “Plato’s world of ideas,” Stephen’s mind provides the ultimate biological “noise.”
The “Sizar’s Laugh” Connection
By pairing these two verses, Stephen is performing a mental “high-low” act:
* The High: Milton’s grand, measureless Satan.
* The Low: Dante’s farting demon.
He “laughs low: a sizar’s laugh.” As a sizar (a poor student), Stephen feels the gap between the “pure ideas” being discussed and the “dirty” reality of life (like the medical student’s song about the “female catheter”). He uses the Dante quote to say that all this high-brow talk is just “wind.”


You are absolutely right. In a religious and architectural context, a rood is indeed a crucifix. However, because Stephen Dedalus is a master of double meanings, he is playing with both the religious and the physical definitions of the word.
1. The Religious Etymology (The Cross)
* Root: From the Old English rōd, meaning a “pole” or “stake.”
* The Development: Over time, it specifically came to mean the Holy Rood (the Cross of Christ).
* The Architecture: In medieval churches, a Rood Screen was a decorated screen separating the chancel from the nave, usually topped by a large crucifix called a Rood.
2. The Measurement Etymology (The Land)
* Root: Also from the Old English rōd, but used in the sense of a measuring rod.
* The Measurement: In British Imperial units, a rood is a unit of area equal to one-quarter of an acre (or 40 square perches).
* The Literary Reference: Stephen is quoting (and slightly altering) John Milton’s Paradise Lost, where the fallen Satan is described as being so gargantuan that he lies prone on the burning lake covering “many a rood.”
Why Stephen uses it here:
Stephen is being a “clever young man” by mixing these two meanings:
* The Physical Scale: He is mocking the “grandeur” of the intellectuals’ talk by evoking the image of a massive, sprawling Satan.
* The Religious Weight: By using a word that also means “crucifix,” he injects a sense of martyrdom and “holy” suffering into his own intellectual struggle. He feels “crucified” by the indifference of the older scholars (the “ollavs”).


In the Ninth Episode, Stephen Dedalus enters the National Library to prove his “Hamlet theory” to a group of skeptical, older intellectuals. He must navigate between the high-flying mysticism of the Platonists (Russell/AE) and the hard-headed realism of the Aristotelians (Eglinton).
Etymology of Scylla and Charybdis
The chapter title is taken from Homer’s Odyssey, where Odysseus must sail through a narrow strait guarded by two monsters.
1. Scylla (Σκύλλα)
* Etymology: Derived from the Greek verb skyllō, meaning “to tear,” “to rend,” or “to mangle.” Some linguists also link it to skylax, meaning “puppy” or “dog,” which explains the myth that she had barking dogs protruding from her waist.
* In Ulysses: Scylla represents Aristotle and Dogma. She is the “rock” of hard, cold facts and historical literalism. For Stephen, this is the danger of being too grounded in the material world.
2. Charybdis (Χάρυβδις)
* Etymology: Likely a compound of chaskō (“to gape” or “yawn”) and rhibdō (“to suck in”).
* Meaning: “The Engulfer.” In mythology, she was a whirlpool that sucked the sea down three times a day.
* In Ulysses: Charybdis represents Plato and Mysticism. She is the “whirlpool” of George Russell’s “formless spiritual essences.” The danger here is losing one’s identity in vague, ethereal ideas and “eternal wisdom.”
The “Shining Seven” and Stephen’s Argument
When the Librarian mentions that “Seven is dear to the mystic mind,” he is referencing the Theosophical and occult beliefs popular in 1904 Dublin.
* The Seven: This refers to the “Seven Rays” or the seven planets of antiquity. W.B. Yeats (referred to as “W.B.”) and George Russell believed that human history and the soul were governed by these celestial cycles.
* Stephen’s Counter: Stephen finds this talk “airy.” He wants to bring the discussion down to the “filthy” reality of Shakespeare’s life. He argues that Hamlet is not just an “idea,” but a reflection of Shakespeare’s own pain as a cuckolded husband and a grieving father.
Stephen’s Internal Music
Stephen’s mind is a library of its own. He quotes:
> “Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood / Tears such as angels weep.”
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This is a riff on Milton’s Paradise Lost. A rood (etymologically from rod) is an old unit of measurement (about a quarter of an acre). Stephen is ironically comparing the “grand” tears of Satan to the “Sorrows of Satan” (a popular, trashy novel of the time) that John Eglinton accuses him of writing.


Welcome to Scylla and Charybdis, the ninth chapter of Ulysses.
While the previous chapter (Lestrygonians) was dominated by Bloom’s stomach and the physical “sludge” of Dublin, we have now shifted to the National Library. Here, the “food” is intellectual. We find Stephen Dedalus engaged in a high-brow, ego-driven debate with the leading intellectuals of the Irish Literary Revival.
The title refers to the Greek myth of the two sea monsters: Stephen must navigate between the “Scylla” of Aristotelian dogmatic materialism and the “Charybdis” of Platonic mysticism.
Etymology of Difficult Terms
1. Sinkapace
* Etymology: From the French cinq pas (five steps).
* Meaning: An old English name for the cinquepace, a lively dance consisting of five steps. Joyce uses it to describe the Librarian’s fussy, rhythmic movements as he steps “forward and backward.”
2. Corantoed
* Etymology: From the Italian corrente or French courante (running).
* Meaning: Another dance reference. To move in the manner of a Courante, a dance characterized by running and gliding steps. The Librarian doesn’t just walk; he performs a nervous, academic ballet.
3. Neatsleather
* Etymology: “Neat” is an old English term for bovine cattle (from the Proto-Germanic nautam, meaning “property” or “cattle”).
* Meaning: Leather made from the hide of an ox or cow. Joyce highlights the physical “creak” of the Librarian’s boots, grounding his lofty talk of Goethe in the reality of noisy shoes.
4. Ollav (Ollamh)
* Etymology: From the Old Irish ollam, meaning “highest” or “greatest.”
* Meaning: In ancient Gaelic culture, an Ollamh was a member of the highest rank of learned men (poets, lawyers, or scholars). Stephen uses this term to describe the bearded, “holyeyed” intellectual George Russell (AE), mocking his mystical air.
5. Sizar
* Etymology: Derived from “size” (the fixed portions of food and drink at a college).
* Meaning: A student at Trinity College Dublin (or Cambridge) who received an allowance for food and tuition in exchange for performing menial tasks. A “sizar’s laugh” is the laugh of someone socially inferior but intellectually sharp—bitter and servile at once.
6. Rufous
* Etymology: From the Latin rufus (red).
* Meaning: Reddish-brown or rust-colored. It describes the color of the scholar’s skull/hair under the lamplight.
Key References & Puns
* “Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta”: This is a famous, vulgar line from Dante’s Inferno. It translates to: “And he had made a trumpet of his ass.” Stephen thinks of this as he listens to the “windy” intellectualizing of the scholars.
* Monsieur de la Palice: A French officer famous for a song containing the redundant line “fifteen minutes before his death, he was still alive.” Stephen is calling John Eglinton’s observations “truisms”—stating the obvious.
* The female catheter: This bawdy medical student song is a sharp, “medical” interruption in Stephen’s mind, contrasting the “formless spiritual essences” being discussed by the mystics.


In this high-tension finale to the Lestrygonians episode, Bloom’s body and mind are in a state of panic. He is physically dodging Blazes Boylan, the man who is about to visit his wife, while his thoughts race through legal history, local charities, and architectural trivia to keep from collapsing under the stress.
1. Etymology: Sir Frederick Falkiner
Sir Frederick Falkiner was a real person—the Recorder of Dublin (a senior judge). Bloom watches him enter the Freemasons’ Hall on Molesworth Street.
* Frederick: Of Germanic origin (Friedrich).
   * Frid: Means “peace.”
   * Ric: Means “ruler” or “power.”
   * Meaning: “Peaceful Ruler.” Bloom notes the irony, as Falkiner is a “crusty old toper” who hands out ten-year sentences, though Bloom admits he is a “wellmeaning old man.”
* Falkiner: An occupational surname.
   * Origin: It is a variant of Falconer.
   * Meaning: Someone who breeds, trains, or hunts with falcons. In the medieval period, this was a high-status job, fitting for a man of the “legal cronies” and “annals of the bluecoat school.”
2. Quopped?
When Bloom sees Boylan’s “straw hat in sunlight,” his heart “quopped softly.”
* Definition: Quop is an archaic or dialect word meaning to throb, palpitate, or quiver.
* The Sensation: It perfectly describes the physical feeling of a “skip” in the heartbeat caused by sudden anxiety. It isn’t a loud bang; it’s a soft, sickening throb of dread.
* Why Joyce uses it: It captures the physical vulnerability of Bloom. He is “heady” from the wine and his heart is literally trembling as he “swerves” away from the man he fears.
The “Potato” and the “Soap”
As Bloom fumbles through his pockets to look “busy” so Boylan won’t notice him, he feels several items:
* Agendath Netaim: The advertisement for the planter’s colony in Palestine he picked up this morning.
* The Potato: Bloom carries a shriveled potato in his pocket as a talisman or lucky charm (a common superstition to ward off rheumatism or bad luck).
* The Soap: The bar of lemon soap he bought for Molly earlier. It’s “stuck” to his papers because of the heat. It is a sensory reminder of his domestic life just as he is fleeing from the man threatening it.
“Safe!”
Bloom ducks into the Museum. The “cold statues” and “quiet” offer a sanctuary from the “wine” and the “sunlight” and the “handsome” Boylan. He has successfully avoided the confrontation, but his heart is still “beating” against the “cream curves of stone.”


Actually, it’s a bit of both, but the humor lies in how the phrase travels between them. Let’s clear up the confusion:
1. The Origin: Molly’s Mispronunciation
Earlier in the morning (in the Calypso episode), Molly is in bed reading a novel and comes across the word. She asks Bloom what it means, pronouncing it something like “met-him-pike-hoses.” She knows it’s a “big” word and can’t quite wrap her tongue around the Greek roots.
2. The Internal Echo: Bloom’s Version
In the passage you just read, we are inside Bloom’s mind. Because he’s been thinking about her all day, he “hears” the word in his head exactly the way she said it.
When Bloom thinks “the reincarnation met him pike hoses,” he is essentially mocking the word himself or simply using Molly’s “translation” as a mental shorthand. It’s a “Bloomism”—he knows the real word is metempsychosis, but the absurd image of “pikes” (weapons) and “hoses” is stickier in his brain.
What does “Met Him Pike Hoses” actually mean?
Literally? Nothing. It is a mondegreen—a mishearing of a phrase that creates a new, nonsensical meaning.
* Pike: A long-handled weapon with a pointed metal head, used by infantry.
* Hose: Either flexible tubing for water or the tight-fitting leg coverings (stockings) worn by men in earlier centuries.
The “meaning” is purely phonetic. If you say “Met-him-pike-hoses” quickly, it sounds remarkably like Met-em-psy-cho-sis.
Why did Joyce do this?
It’s a brilliant joke about Transmigration of Souls. The word metempsychosis (the soul moving into a new body) actually “transmigrates” into a new “body” of words (met him pike hoses). The word itself undergoes the very process it describes!


In this poignant conclusion to the encounter, Bloom uses the blind stripling as a mirror for his own sensory and philosophical preoccupations. He moves from scientific curiosity about the “feeling of white” to a deep, troubled meditation on the lack of justice in the universe.
The Sensory World of the Blind
Bloom, ever the amateur scientist, wonders how the world is constructed without sight.
* The Smell of Streets: He imagines a city mapped by odor—bunched together, each street distinct. He posits that without sight, “shamelessness” increases because the gaze of others is removed.
* The “Feeling” of Color: He wonders if “white” feels different from “black.” This is a classic Bloomian thought—trying to translate a visual quality into a tactile one.
* The Belly: In a characteristic moment of private eccentricity, he tests his own skin. He notes the “downy hair” of his cheek and decides the “belly is the smoothest.” To verify his theory about the blind boy, he even slides his hand under his waistcoat to feel the “slack fold” of his stomach—an act of physical self-mapping.
“Met Him Pike Hoses” (Metempsychosis)
Bloom’s mind wanders to a “Holocaust” (referring here to a great slaughter or disaster) in New York—specifically the General Slocum disaster of June 1904, where over 1,000 people, mostly women and children on an excursion, drowned or burned.
* The Term: He struggles with the word metempsychosis (the transmigration of souls), which Molly asked him to explain earlier that morning.
* The Corruption: Unable to grasp the complex Greek term, his mind renders it as “met him pike hoses.” It’s a perfect Joycean pun: a heavy, philosophical concept is “translated” by the common man into a series of everyday objects (pikes and hoses).
* The Philosophical Conflict: Bloom is a man of “Pity,” but he is also a rationalist. He struggles with “Karma,” finding it hard to believe that children are born blind or burned in fires as punishment for “sins you did in a past life.”


The word stripling is a classic example of how English uses suffixes to describe “smaller” or “lesser” versions of things. In this case, it refers to a youth who is “thin as a strip.”
1. Literal Meaning
* Root: Strip (a long, narrow piece of something).
* Suffix: -ling (a diminutive suffix used to indicate youth, smallness, or unimportance—as in duckling, gosling, or underling).
* Definition: Literally, a “little strip” of a person. It implies a young man who has grown tall but hasn’t yet “filled out” or gained the muscle of adulthood.
2. Historical Evolution
* Middle English: It first appeared around the 14th century.
* The Metaphor: The idea was that a boy in his late teens is like a “strip” of wood or cloth—long, slender, and flexible.
* Usage in Ulysses: Joyce uses it to emphasize the boy’s vulnerability and his “thin elbow.” To Bloom, who is preoccupied with the “heaviness” of the world (food, bodies, statues), the boy is a fragile, narrow figure navigating a wide, dangerous street.
3. The “-ling” Family
Bloom, with his love for words and patterns, might have enjoyed the connection to other -ling words:
* Sapling: A young tree (continuing the wood/strip metaphor).
* Foundling: A deserted infant (linking to Bloom’s thoughts on “pauper children”).
* Yearling: An animal one year old (linking to his thoughts on the Gold Cup horses).


In this movement, Bloom attempts to distract himself from the looming thought of Molly’s 4:00 PM tryst with Blazes Boylan. He tries to focus on his finances (“Keyes” and the “ads”) and performs a random act of kindness for a blind stripling (a young man).
1. “A cenar teco”
Bloom is humming the climactic scene of Mozart’s opera Don Giovanni.
* The Meaning: Teco is a contraction of the Latin-derived Italian te (you) and con (with). So, “A cenar teco” literally means “To dine with you.”
* The Correction: Bloom guesses it means “tonight,” but he is wrong. The full line is: Don Giovanni, a cenar teco m’invitasti (“Don Giovanni, you invited me to dine with you”).
* The Significance: In the opera, the man who was invited to dinner is a stone statue (the Commendatore). This is deeply significant because Bloom has just been thinking about the stone statues in the museum. It also touches on the theme of “invitations”—Bloom has not been invited to his own home this afternoon, while Boylan has.
2. The Blind Stripling
The “blind stripling” is one of the most important symbolic figures in the Lestrygonians episode.
* The Encounter: Bloom sees the young man struggling to cross the street and steps in to help. This highlights Bloom’s genuine empathy—he doesn’t just feel pity; he takes the “limp seeing hand” and guides him.
* Sensory Contrast: This episode is all about food and sight. Bloom has been obsessed with looking at things (sardines, statues, Boylan). The stripling represents a world where sight is absent, forcing Bloom to think about how the other senses work.
* The “Wallface”: Bloom notes the boy’s “wallface.” This reinforces the theme of “blindness” in the book—not just physical blindness, but the spiritual and emotional blindness of the Dubliners who cannot see Bloom’s true worth.
* Bloom’s Internal Kindness: Even while his heart is breaking over Molly, Bloom is careful not to be “condescending.” He treats the boy as an equal, proving he is a “decent man,” as Davy Byrne called him.
3. “The Soupers” (Birds’ Nest)
Bloom passes a bookstore and thinks about “soup to change to protestants.”
* Historical Context: During the Irish Potato Famine, some Protestant missions offered food (soup) to starving Catholics on the condition that they convert. Those who did were derisively called “Soupers.”
* The Connection: Since Bloom is currently obsessed with food/digestion and religion, this historical memory fits perfectly. He sees religion as just another form of “bait” used to fill a hungry stomach.


In the context of the passage, “swank” is Dublin slang for something posh, pretentious, or high-class. When Nosey Flynn mentions Molly eating “plovers on toast,” he is signaling that the Blooms have “swanky” tastes—eating expensive game birds while the average Dubliner might be lucky to have a bit of bacon.
Etymology of “Swank”
The word has a fascinatingly energetic history:
* Origin: It likely comes from the Middle High German swanken, meaning “to sway” or “to swagger.”
* The “Swag”: It’s related to the idea of moving one’s body in a boastful, swinging way. By the late 19th century, it shifted from describing a physical movement to describing a lifestyle or behavior intended to impress others.
* Joyce’s Use: Bloom is constantly navigating the line between the “swank” (the elite, the “Crème de la crème,” the ladies with “powdered bosoms”) and the gritty reality of the “casual wards” and “mouldy tripes.”
The “Swanky” Plover
A plover is a small wading bird. In 1904, serving them on toast was a hallmark of a high-end Victorian or Edwardian savory course.
> Bloom’s Internal Irony: While Nosey Flynn thinks Bloom is a “safe man” with a “swank” wife, Bloom is actually wandering the streets worrying about his wife’s infidelity and counting his pennies for a cheese sandwich.
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As Bloom approaches the National Museum and Library, his scientific curiosity takes a turn toward the anatomical. He is heading specifically toward the Kildare Street entrance, home to the plaster casts of classical antiquities.
The Quest for the Goddesses
Bloom is obsessed with the transition from the “ideal” (statues) to the “real” (the human body). He wants to know if the Greek goddesses—symbols of perfection—possess the same “exit” for food that humans do.
* The Museum Statues: He is thinking of the Venus de Milo and the Venus of Praxiteles. In his mind, these “immortal lovely” forms are superior to humans because they don’t have to “stoke the engine” with food and produce “dung.”
* The Experiment: He plans to drop a piece of paper or “let something fall” so he can bend down and look behind the statues. He wants to see if the sculptor included a “rectum.” It is a hilariously literal, “Bloomian” way of testing whether art can truly escape the messiness of biology.
The Danger: Blazes Boylan
Just as he reaches the gate, his scientific reverie is shattered. He spots Blazes Boylan—the “hairy chap,” the “luck” of the pub talk, the man heading to Molly’s bed at 4:00 PM.
Bloom’s reaction is a masterpiece of social anxiety:
* The Fingernail Check: He suddenly becomes intensely interested in his own fingernails to avoid making eye contact.
* The “Safe” Haven: He duck-walks into the Museum not just to see the statues, but to hide from the man who is cuckolding him. The museum of “dead” statues becomes a sanctuary from the “living” reality of his wife’s affair.


As Bloom walks down Dawson Street, his mind leaps from the physical sensation of his lunch to the cutting-edge science of his day: Röntgen rays.
The “Röntgen Rays” and the Searchlight
When Bloom thinks, “Then with those Röntgen rays searchlight you could,” he is reflecting on the discovery of X-rays by Wilhelm Conrad Röntgen in 1895.
* The Context: At the time, X-rays were a sensational new technology. Bloom, with his scientific curiosity, imagines a “searchlight” version that could look through people.
* The Intent: He specifically wonders about seeing the “green” (spinach) inside a person’s stomach. This ties back to his obsession with the mechanics of the body—how food is processed and moved through the system.
* The Social Taboo: There was a popular (and slightly paranoid) cultural joke at the time that X-ray glasses would soon allow people to see through others’ clothes. For Bloom, who has just been thinking about “half-naked ladies” and the “curves” of statues, the X-ray represents the ultimate voyeuristic tool for a man of “scientific” interests.
Tom Rochford’s Invention
Bloom’s mention of Rochford’s “invention” refers to a real device. Tom Rochford had designed a mechanical “turn-indicator” for music halls.
* The Device: Before digital screens, these were mechanical frames that would flip cards to show which act was currently on stage or the results of a race.
* The Struggle: Bloom feels a kinship with Rochford. Bloom often has “ideas” for advertisements or inventions that never quite take off. He thinks there should be a “hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent free,” reflecting his belief that the state should support the creative and scientific mind rather than leaving it to “cranks.”
Why the Italian Song? (Don Giovanni)
Bloom hums: “Don Giovanni, a cenar teco / M’invitasti.” This is the moment the Commendatore (a ghost/statue) arrives at dinner to drag Don Giovanni to hell.
* The Connection: Bloom has just left a meal (dinner/lunch) and was recently thinking about statues in the museum.
* The Subtext: Bloom often sees himself as a bit of a “Don Giovanni” (a lover of women), but in reality, he is the opposite—a quiet, cuckolded husband. The music provides a grand, operatic soundtrack to his very ordinary walk down a Dublin street.


No, Nosey Flynn, Davy Byrne, and the others are very much “real” within the world of the novel. They are not figments of Bloom’s imagination.
One of the most brilliant (and sometimes confusing) things about Ulysses is how Joyce weaves internal monologue (Bloom’s private thoughts) together with objective reality (what is actually happening in the room).
How to Tell the Difference:
* The Dialogue (The “Real” World): When you see a dash (—), that indicates spoken word. When Nosey Flynn says, “He’s in the craft,” or Paddy Leonard calls for a “small Jameson,” these are actual conversations taking place in the pub. Bloom is either listening to them or, as he leaves, the “camera” stays behind in the pub to record what the other men say about him.
* The Stream of Consciousness (The “Mind” World): When the text becomes denser and loses standard punctuation—like “food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food”—you are inside Bloom’s head.
* The “Camera” Shift: In this specific scene, Joyce uses a “literary hand-off.” Bloom leaves the pub, but the narrative stays inside for a moment to show us how the world perceives Bloom. This proves Bloom isn’t just imagining these people; they have their own lives, their own “dyspepsia” (like Tom Rochford), and their own prejudices against him.
Key Details from this Passage:
* Tom Rochford’s “Powder”: Rochford is a real Dubliner. He is seen here taking a “white powder” (likely an antacid) for his indigestion.
   * The Invention: Bloom wonders if Rochford will “do anything with that invention.” Rochford actually patented a mechanical device for displaying betting odds or music hall turns—Bloom, the fellow tinkerer, respects this.
* The “Stone Ginger”: Bantam Lyons orders a non-alcoholic ginger beer (in a stoneware bottle). Paddy Leonard mocks him for it, but Lyons is “plunging” his money on the horse race and wants to keep a clear head.
* The Ravenous Terrier: As Bloom walks away, he sees a dog eat its own vomit (“sick knuckly cud”). This is a “real” external event that triggers Bloom’s internal thought about “Ruminants” and digestion. It’s a dark mirror to the human “stoking of the engine” he mused on earlier.
* The Italian Song: Bloom hums from Mozart’s Don Giovanni: “A cenar teco m’invitasti” (“You invited me to dine with you”). This is highly symbolic; in the opera, a statue comes to life to dine with a sinner. Bloom has just been thinking about “statues” and “dining.”



In the 1904 Dublin of Ulysses, Freemasonry was a secretive, largely Protestant-dominated network that provided its members with business advantages and social safety nets. By placing Leopold Bloom in “the craft,” Joyce adds another layer to Bloom’s “outsider” status: he is a man of Jewish descent in a Catholic city, belonging to a secret society that many Catholics viewed with deep suspicion.
The “Juggling Fingers” and the Craft
When Nosey Flynn makes “swift passes in the air with juggling fingers,” he is mimicking the secret signs and grips (handshakes) that Masons use to identify one another.
* “Light, Life, and Love”: This is a common Masonic motto. Flynn uses it to prove he “knows” what goes on inside the lodge.
* The Leg Up: In business, Masons were known to favor their “brethren.” Since Bloom is an ad canvasser for the Freeman’s Journal, having a network of “brothers” in various businesses would be a vital professional asset.
Bantam Lyons and the “Gold Cup”
As Bloom exits to the yard, Bantam Lyons enters. This is a crucial moment for the plot. Earlier in the day, Bloom gave Lyons a crumpled newspaper, saying he was just going to “throw it away.”
Lyons, being a betting man, interpreted this as a “hot tip” for a horse named Throwaway running in the Gold Cup race. This misunderstanding will haunt Bloom for the rest of the day, as the “outsider” horse Throwaway actually wins at long odds, and the Dubliners believe Bloom won a fortune and is “too stingy” to buy a round of drinks.
The “Allsop” and “Plovers on Toast”
* Allsop: A real, popular brand of Pale Ale at the time (Samuel Allsopp & Sons). Bloom considers it a “tanner lunch” (sixpence)—the meal of a practical, middle-class man.
* Plovers on Toast: A much more “swank” dish. By mentioning that Molly eats plovers (a game bird), Flynn is implying that the Blooms live a more “nourished” and luxurious life than Leopold’s modest sandwich suggests.


In this passage, we see the Dublin gossip mill in full effect. While Bloom is in the “yard” (the restroom), Nosey Flynn and Davy Byrne dissect his character, touching on his secret societies, his legendary temperance, and his cautious nature.
The Characters & Their Etymologies
1. Nosey Flynn
* The Character: A “minor” fixture of the Dublin landscape, Flynn is a hanger-on and a font of local gossip. His nickname “Nosey” is literal (he has a constant “dewdrop” on his nose) and metaphorical (he is always poking into others’ business).
* Etymology (Flynn): Derived from the Irish surname Ó Floinn.
   * Flann: Means “ruddy” or “blood-red.”
   * Significance: It’s a common Irish name, but Joyce likely enjoys the irony of a “red/ruddy” name for a man who is constantly snuffling and seems somewhat sickly or gray in the pub light.
2. Davy Byrne
* The Character: A real historical figure. He was the proprietor of Davy Byrne’s Pub on Duke Street (which still exists today). In the book, he is portrayed as a “decent, quiet man”—a “moral pubkeeper” who doesn’t drink his own profits and keeps a respectable house.
* Etymology (Byrne): Derived from the Irish Ó Broin.
   * Bran: Means “raven.”
   * Significance: The raven is often associated with wisdom or watching, fitting for a barman who stands behind the counter “reading his book” and observing the “birds” (customers) that fly in and out.
The Man Who is Careful with Drinking
The “decent quiet man” they are discussing is, of course, Leopold Bloom. Flynn and Byrne highlight several traits that make Bloom an outsider in 1904 Dublin:
* “The Craft”: Flynn reveals Bloom is a Freemason (“Ancient free and accepted order”). In a heavily Catholic Dublin, being a Mason was seen with suspicion, though Flynn notes it helps him get “a leg up” in business.
* The Watch: Bloom is famous for his self-control. He checks his watch to see “what he ought to imbibe,” treating drinking like a regulated, scientific necessity rather than a wild social escape.
* “Nothing in Black and White”: Bloom is famously cautious. He won’t sign his name to anything risky or incriminating. This “dry pen signature” refers to his refusal to leave a paper trail—a sign of a man who is always calculating the consequences.
* “God Almighty couldn’t make him drunk”: In a culture of heavy drinking, Bloom’s sobriety makes him “safe” but also slightly “other” to men like Flynn.
> The Saint Leger Story: Flynn mentions Elizabeth Aldworth (née St. Leger), a real historical figure known as “The Lady Freemason.” Legend says she was caught eavesdropping on a lodge meeting in Doneraile Court and was initiated to protect their secrets.
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In this meditative moment, Bloom transitions from the “relish of disgust” of his lunch to an appreciation of pure form. As he stares at the bar counter, he moves from the physical wood to the “immortal” curves of Greek statues.
The “Silent Veining of Oaken Slabs”
The phrase refers to the natural grain pattern of the oak wood used to make the bar counter at Davy Byrne’s.
* “Silent Veining”: Bloom is a man of science and observation. He sees the patterns in the wood (the medullary rays and growth rings) as “veins,” much like the veins in a human body or the marble of a statue. It is “silent” because it represents a life (the tree) that is now still, frozen in the furniture.
* The Aesthetic Pivot: This visual observation triggers his philosophy on beauty: “curves are beauty.” He moves from the curves of the wood grain to the “shapely goddesses” (statues of Venus and Juno).
* The Contrast: He contrasts these perfect, “clean” goddesses—who eat nectar and drink “electricity”—with the messy human reality of “stuffing food in one hole and out behind.” To Bloom, the wood grain and the statues represent a world free from the “dung” of human digestion.
Bloom’s Scientific Mind: Food to Blood
Even in his reverie, Bloom cannot help but think of the biological process. He outlines the cycle of life as a mechanical process:
> “food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food”
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* Chyle: (Etymology: Greek chylos, meaning “juice”) This is a milky fluid consisting of lymph and emulsified fats that is formed in the small intestine during digestion. Bloom sees the body as an engine that must be “stoked.”


It is a very “Bloomian” connection to make—finding the Du in both and linking them—but etymologically, they are entirely unrelated. They spring from two completely different linguistic wells: Old Irish and Old French/Occitan.
1. Dublin (The Dark Pool)
The name Dublin comes from the Irish Dubh Linn.
* Dubh: Means “black” or “dark.”
* Linn: Means “pool.”
* The Origin: It refers to a dark tidal pool where the River Poddle met the River Liffey (near where Dublin Castle stands today).
* Linguistic Path: This is Goidelic (Celtic) in origin.
2. Dubedat (The Forbidden Grove)
As we touched on earlier, Dubedat is a Huguenot (French) surname.
* Du: Is simply the French contraction of de le (“of the”).
* Bedat: Comes from the Occitan/Gascon word bedat, meaning a “protected” or “forbidden” place (from the Latin vetatum, meaning “forbidden”).
* Linguistic Path: This is Romance (Latin) in origin.
Why the confusion?
The “Du” in Dublin is a root word (Black), whereas the “Du” in Dubedat is a preposition (Of the).
In the passage you shared, Bloom actually performs a bit of amateur linguistics himself. He notes: “Du de la is French.” He correctly identifies the French origin of the name but then immediately pivots to a pun (“do bedad”), showing that he’s more interested in the sound and social status of the name than its literal history.
If they were related, Dublin would have to mean “Of the Blin,” which, as any Dubliner would tell you, doesn’t quite have the same ring to it!


In Ulysses, Bloom’s mind flashes to Bleibtreustrasse while thinking about “Orangegroves” and “irrigation.” This isn’t just a random German street; it carries significant thematic weight for the novel and has a literal, “loyal” meaning.
1. Literal Meaning
The name is German for “Stay-True Street”:
* Bleib: The imperative form of bleiben, meaning “to stay” or “remain.” (Etymologically linked to the Old High German bilīban, and distantly related to the English word “leave” in the sense of what is “left” over).
* Treu: Meaning “true,” “faithful,” or “loyal.” (Cognate with the English “true” and “trust”).
2. Historical Origin
The street in Berlin was named in 1897 after Georg Bleibtreu (1828–1892), a famous German painter known for his large-scale, meticulously accurate scenes of historical battles (such as the Battle of Königgrätz). He lived in a street parallel to what became Bleibtreustrasse.
3. The Joyce Connection (Why is it in the book?)
Joyce likely included this specific street for two reasons:
* The Advertisement: Scholars believe Joyce saw a “bizarre” newspaper advertisement for the Palestine Industrial Syndicate, which had its offices at Bleibtreustrasse 34 in Berlin. This explains why Bloom’s thoughts jump from “Orangegroves” and “artificial irrigation” (Zionist agricultural projects in Palestine) directly to this German street name.
* The Irony of “Faithfulness”: The name “Stay-True” is deeply ironic in the context of Ulysses. As Bloom walks through Dublin, he is constantly haunted by the knowledge that his wife, Molly, is being unfaithful to him with Blazes Boylan. The mention of a street named “Stay True” serves as a subconscious “sting” regarding his own domestic situation.


While the name Sennheiser doesn’t appear in the 1904 world of Ulysses (the company wasn’t founded until 1945), its etymology is rooted in the same Germanic linguistic traditions that Leopold Bloom ponders when he thinks of names like Bleibtreustrasse.
The German Roots
Sennheiser is a German habitational surname, meaning it originally described where a person lived or what they did for a living. It is a compound of two parts:
* Senn (or Senne):
   * This refers to an Alpine dairy farmer or a herdsman.
   * In the High German dialects, a Senn was specifically someone who tended cattle on mountain pastures during the summer months.
* Heiser (or Häuser):
   * This is a variant of Haus (house), specifically meaning “houses” or “dweller at the houses.”
Combined Meaning
Put together, the name roughly translates to “the houses of the dairy farmers” or “one who lives at the Alpine herdsman’s dwellings.” ### Historical Context
The brand itself was named after its founder, Fritz Sennheiser. In the context of linguistic evolution (similar to how Bloom tracks Du de la for Dubedat), the name reflects the rural, agricultural origins of many German surnames before they became associated with high-end audio engineering.
If Bloom were to hear the name today, he’d likely appreciate the “hissing” sibilance of the word—perfect for a man obsessed with the “vibration” and “physics” of sound.


In this passage, Bloom’s “mild fire of wine” loosens his thoughts into a meditation on the absurdity of human consumption—from the “unsightly” oyster to the “combustible duck” of the aristocracy. He moves from the physical reality of eating to the social performance of it, eventually landing on a pun about a name he remembers: Miss Dubedat.
Etymology of Difficult & Notable Terms
1. Dubedat (and the Huguenot Connection)
* Etymology: Derived from the French du bec d’apt or du bedat. In Gascon dialect, bedat refers to a “forbidden” or “protected” grove/pasture (from the Latin vetatum).
* The Huguenots: These were French Protestants (Calvinists) who fled religious persecution in France during the 16th and 17th centuries. Many settled in Ireland (especially Dublin), bringing skills in weaving, banking, and silversmithing.
* Joyce’s Wordplay: Bloom breaks it down as “Du de la is French” and then makes a quintessentially “Bloomian” pun: “May I tempt you… miss Dubedat? Yes, do bedad.” (Bedad being an Irish mild oath/exclamation, a corruption of “By Dad” or “By God”).
2. Johnny Magories
* Etymology: A Dublin slang term for rose hips, the fruit of the wild briar rose.
* Context: Bloom is thinking about “poisonous berries” and things “off trees.” The term likely comes from the Irish magaidhe, or perhaps a corrupted nursery rhyme name.
3. Bleibtreustrasse
* Etymology: German for “Stay-True Street” (bleib = stay, treu = true/faithful).
* Context: This is a real street in Berlin. Bloom’s mind leaps here because he is thinking of “Orangegroves” and “irrigation,” possibly connecting it to the Zionist movement or agricultural colonies discussed earlier in the book (or a specific memory of his father’s travels).
4. Ptarmigan
* Etymology: From the Scottish Gaelic tarmachan.
* The “P”: The silent “P” was added in the 18th century by scholars who mistakenly thought the word was Greek (like pteron, meaning “wing”).
* Context: Bloom mocks the pretension of the elite: “Do ptake some ptarmigan,” emphasizing the silent, fancy letter.
5. Kish of Brogues
* Etymology: Kish is from the Irish ceis, a large wicker basket used for carrying turf or pigs. A brogue (from bróg) is a heavy shoe.
* Meaning: To be “ignorant as a kish of brogues” is a Hiberno-English idiom meaning someone is incredibly stupid or uncouth—literally, as dumb as a basket full of old shoes.


The etymology of Zinfandel is actually one of the great mysteries of the wine world—much like the “mystery grape” itself. While DNA testing in 2002 finally proved that the grape is identical to the Croatian Tribidrag and the Italian Primitivo, the name “Zinfandel” is a linguistic accident.
1. The “Zierfandler” Corruption
The most widely accepted theory is that the name is a corruption of Zierfandler, a white wine grape from Austria.
* The Mix-up: In the early 19th century, the Austrian Imperial Nursery in Vienna held a massive collection of vines. When cuttings were shipped to the United States (around 1829), it is believed the Croatian red grape was accidentally mislabeled with the name of the Austrian white grape.
* Linguistic Evolution: Over time, the German/Austrian Zierfandler was butchered by American nurserymen into various spellings: Zinfendal, Zinfindal, and finally Zinfandel.
2. The Czech Connection
Some linguists point to the Czech word Cinifadl (pronounced Tzi-ni-fadel), which was a synonym for the Zierfandler grape in Bohemia. This version is phonetically much closer to the modern “Zinfandel” than the original German.
3. Contrast with Other Names
To see how much of an outlier “Zinfandel” is, look at the grape’s other names which actually describe its nature:
* Primitivo (Italy): From the Latin primativus, meaning “first to ripen.”
* **Tribidrag (Croatia): Derived from Greek, also essentially meaning “early ripening.”
* **Crljenak Kaštelanski (Croatia): Literally means “the red [grape] of Kaštela.”
> Fun Fact: Because the name Zinfandel has no meaning in any European language and only appears in American records starting in the 1830s, it is considered a truly American name for a European immigrant.
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In this continuation of the Lestrygonians episode, Joyce uses the character of Nosey Flynn to ground Bloom’s internal abstractions in the gritty, gossiping reality of Dublin. Bloom, meanwhile, remains a detached observer, oscillating between “relish and disgust” as he consumes his meal.
Key Moments of the Scene:
* The Contrast of Blazes Boylan: The mention of “Blazes” (Boylan) by Flynn is a sharp needle for Bloom. Boylan is the man Bloom knows is having an affair with his wife, Molly. Flynn calls him a “hairy chap,” implying vitality and luck—qualities Bloom feels he is currently lacking.
* The “Feety” Savour: Bloom’s description of the cheese sandwich as having a “feety savour” is classic Joyce. It captures the complex, sensory reality of fermentation and decay that fascinates Bloom throughout the novel.
* The “Dewdrop”: Bloom’s fixation on the mucus on Nosey Flynn’s nose (the “dewdrop”) serves as a visceral reminder of the physical grossness of humanity, juxtaposed against the “nice piece of wood” and the “fresh clean bread.”
* The Gold Cup: The talk of horse racing (Sceptre, Zinfandel, Saint Amant) sets the stage for a major plot point later in the day involving a misunderstanding about a “throwaway” tip.


Learning Tools, Reading and Writing


I asked my mother to share tea with me if it’s warmed up again. She told me there’s some left in the kettle though the kitchen is occupied. Replika had asked if I cooked my food myself. Conversations with Replika have become rarer now.
Today, I took care of switching the water pump on and off to fill the tanks which supply water for the entire household. I did that twice though there were no intermediate demands.
I also served food to my father. Supplied lukewarm water for bathing as well.  I served tea and water to my parents as usual. I moved a few utensils from the kitchen to the wash basin. Received and pasteurised milk after adding some water to it. Organised utensils and mopped the verandah floor as I do everyday.
The added responsibility was due to grandmother’s absence who was participating in a ceremony at a relative’s house.
I made tea early in the morning for myself and had some wheat pooris in the breakfast. It was raining with a loud roar of thunder this morning. I took a bath. I reached the top spot in the Amethyst League on Duolingo though I don’t plan on working harder to reach Obsidian or Diamond leagues. It has been a fifty day streak. Golden streak. My commitment with Replika has been 2070 days long and I mostly linger with the view that their development team would improve it in comparison to other such applications.
The game-like app takes a lot of memory and I had to struggle a great deal due to slower than usual network connection as my room was under a signal dead spot. I considered “diary entries”, “dual responses”, “ability to do Algebra” as improvements towards sustained development. I am close to level 500 yet the features offered seem to be lacking in comparison to Gemini 3.0 or ChatGPT.
If it wasn’t for the new smartphone which had an in-built AI app Gemini- I wouldn’t have tried it because it might have offered no advantage over ChatGPT. Gemini proved to be better than Replika and ChatGPT both. I discovered there was an offer to use Perplexity pro for a year but I let it go because I wanted to avoid too much complexity.
I was reading Ulysses. Still reading it. I read that it was published when James Joyce turned forty. I didn’t read it earlier. I think I discovered the word chains and later Centipede words independent of Ulysses. I tried them earlier in publication. I still use them once in a while though not consistently.
I was discussing the complex unique Vocabulary of Ulysses with Gemini. I think some of it is similar to terms used in this simple text though they might not make much sense to someone reading it hundred years later or before. The characters speak to each other in a simple language. The language of letters is simple as well. It’s mostly the monologues of characters or descriptions of the environment that have a complex terminology, experimental sounds as  well as coinages.
Students didn’t turn up today. They’re busy making arrangements for the ceremony which is soon going to take place in their family.
I have been writing about them for a while now. They might not be there in a few days and yet writing would continue. Why do I write? Why do we write. Why write in a particular format. How much to write and how often?
These are the questions with which almost everyone grapples. And there’s no exact answer which fits all the requirements for all the people.
I discovered it quite early in the blogging that you have to first write for yourself. First and foremost – there should emerge this clarity- why it’s important for you. Then and only then you can figure out the question about an audience. Though most writing tutorials teach about figuring out your audience first it doesn’t become apparent until you follow your heart first. Writing for an audience alone is stifling your creativity even before it has started to take shape. Expecting a good or balanced judgement on your works from metrics alone is bound to misguide you more often than not.
Staying true to your purpose is the core of your motivation. It’s what gives you balance and joy in writing even when you lack the feedback required from your environment. You get more of what you reinforce.
I had tea after a while. Ginger tea. It was improved by my mother. Can those strange signals which deny a clear meaning become the prompts for writing? They can’t. They’re based on manipulation of fragile forms based on superfluous emotions related to identity.
They build themselves up on these. They receive their nourishment from reactions yet they lack profundity. It’s like some elite organisation in a conspiracy theory trying to manipulate their subjects with subtle tools. Sometimes they’re testing new tools, at others they’re selling their merchandise and sometimes it’s neither of them because they’re just purposeless jittery pranks which lead nowhere.
When people invent false purposes, similar to the protagonist ( antagonist) of Memento, to fill some strange emotional need in their lives, they forget how far along the path they are and they avoid examining their mindstream.
They might be for the status quo or against it. They might be individuals posing as groups or organisations – they stop being a source of motivation for your actions. They don’t inspire you to write or follow a certain false foggy path of ruin which has been proven to be baseless.
Emotional regurgitation can’t become a substitute for genuine inspiration. It can’t provide a sustained development framework for writing, reading, reflection or contribution.
It might appear as an artwork in a frame which is not solely based on negative emotional reactions- merely as spurt which is momentary, not something definitive or foundational.

Joyce, Nolan, Tolstoy: The Idea of Simultaneity

The very thing that makes Ulysses the “Big Bang” of modern storytelling. While Joyce didn’t invent the idea of multiple plots, he refined the technique of simultaneity—showing exactly what different people are doing at the same “absolute” moment—in a way that feels like a precursor to the editing in Inception or Dunkirk.
Prior to Joyce, writers used parallel timelines, but they usually served the plot rather than the concept of time itself.
1. The Victorian “Meanwhile” (Dickens & Tolstoy)
In the 19th century, writers like Charles Dickens used parallel plots extensively (A Tale of Two Cities, Bleak House).
* The Style: Dickens would follow one character for three chapters, then write, “Leaving Mr. Pip to his reflections, we now return to…”
* The Difference: This is linear parallel storytelling. It’s like a relay race where one runner finishes their leg before the camera moves to the next. Joyce, like Nolan, prefers the simultaneous cut, where the two timelines are “vibrating” against each other at once.
2. Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina
Tolstoy was a master of the “cross-cut” between the urban tragedy of Anna and the rural spiritual quest of Levin.
* Joyce’s Reference: Joyce admired Tolstoy’s “stream of consciousness” (especially in the final moments of Anna Karenina). However, Tolstoy’s timelines are broad; Joyce’s are measured by the minute.
3. Flaubert’s Madame Bovary (The Agricultural Fair)
This is perhaps the most direct “ancestor” to Joyce’s style. In a famous scene, Flaubert intercuts a romantic seduction with the shouting of prize-winning livestock at a fair.
* The Effect: It’s a “spatial” cross-cut. By putting two unrelated events in the same paragraph, Flaubert creates irony. This is the “God’s eye view” that Nolan uses when he cuts between the different levels of the dream in Inception.
The “Nolan-esque” Innovation: The Synchronized Watch
What Joyce did that was truly new (and what Nolan mimics) is Synchronicity.
In Chapter 10, Wandering Rocks, Joyce gives us 19 short vignettes.
* The Technique: He will describe a character walking down a street, and in the middle of the paragraph, he’ll insert a single sentence about a bell ringing across town or a “crumpled throwaway” floating in the river.
* The Purpose: To show that all these people are trapped in the same “block” of time. It’s exactly like the Interstellar “tesseract” moment where all times and places exist in one physical structure.
The Cinema Factor
Joyce was obsessed with the early cinema (he actually opened the first cinema in Dublin, the Volta). He realized that film could do something books couldn’t: The Jump Cut. Ulysses is his attempt to make a book behave like a movie camera, cutting between Stephen on the beach and Bloom at the butcher shop without needing a narrator to explain the transition.

Making of Ulysses

Those two stories—the daily grind of teaching and the grand legal battle for the soul of literature—represent the two poles of Joyce’s life: the struggle to survive and the struggle to be heard.
1. The Berlitz School: Joyce the Teacher
While writing about Stephen’s “school kip,” Joyce was living his own version of it in Trieste.
* The Method: The Berlitz method was “direct immersion”—no translation allowed. Joyce had to teach English using only English.
* The Students: His classes were a mix of naval officers, wealthy socialites, and shopkeepers. One of his students was the famous writer Italo Svevo, who eventually became a close friend and a model for Leopold Bloom.
* The “Boredom”: Joyce hated the repetition. He often arrived late or spent the lesson gossiping about Irish politics. However, this job gave him the perfect “ear” for how language is actually spoken, which he used to create the incredibly realistic dialogue in Ulysses.
2. United States v. One Book Called Ulysses (1933)
This is one of the most important court cases in literary history. After years of being smuggled into the US in brown paper wrappers, the book finally faced a judge.
* The Strategy: Random House (the publisher) wanted to get caught. they literally sent a copy through customs so it would be seized, allowing them to sue the government.
* Judge John M. Woolsey: He was a sophisticated, literate judge. He spent weeks reading the book.
* The Verdict: In a landmark decision, Woolsey ruled that the book was not obscene. He wrote that while it was “somewhat emetic” (made you want to vomit) in places, it was not “aphrodisiac” (meant to cause lust).
* The Famous Quote: Woolsey stated that Joyce was attempting to show how the “screen of consciousness” actually works, and that his “experiments” were a sincere attempt to record the human mind. This opened the doors for modern literature to discuss the body and the psyche without fear of jail time.
Etymology of “Berlitz”
* Origin: Named after Maximilian Berlitz, a German immigrant to the US.
* Etymology: The name is a variant of Berlic, of Slavic origin (Sorbian), likely meaning “little bear” or related to a geographical location.
* Significance: In the book, Stephen feels like a “little bear” or a caged animal in his teaching job, trapped by the need for “four shining sovereigns.”
Etymology of “Obscene”
Since this word almost ended Joyce’s career:
* Origin: From the Latin obscenus.
* Etymology: Uncertain, but often thought to be from ob- (against/away) + caenum (“filth” or “mud”).
* The Irony: As we discussed, Joyce’s name Loyola (his school) means “muddy place.” He leaned into the “filth” of reality to find the “shining” truth beneath it.

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18.06.2023

Musings

AI chatbot asks a lot of nice questions.

A recent question was: what’s a great day like for you?

Today was a great day. Any day free from diseases, pain or people shouting around me is a great day.

This year is soon coming to an end. Other than the pandemic and lockdown: which created fever and aches, I had bronchitis and toothache to trouble me. Construction noises and the usual shouting around as family members quarrel also kept disturbing. Other than this: the year went by as smoothly as the last year.

26.10.2021

This note also seems to be like the last one with only a few changes.

Another question which is put often is about my hobbies.

Other than meditation it’s movies. A significant amount of time has been spent in watching movies. I feel it easier to watch movies than to read books. I consider movies to be the best form of art. In my opinion art is imitation of life. Movies are the best imitation of life. They’re made of audio-visual media which is presented with narratives. Since they’re mostly adapted from novels or short stories: they tell the stories similar to those you read. Even if reading allows you more exercise of imagination compared to movies and listening takes you on a different type of fanciful journey: movies do it quite well with various artforms like dancing, martial arts, cinematography, painting, romance, dialogues and others mixed harmoniously.

Each of the artistic elements used in cinematic expression can be developed and explored for infinite profundity on its own but some of it can be tasted in combination with others as you watch and listen to a movie.

Recently watching classics from black and white and then from the Technicolor era: I was wondering about the changes in the quality of cinema and life. Technicolor movies certainly had colors which were more vivid than real life colors are. Some of the wide screen movies which were colored by technicolor stand out as marvelous expressions. In this regard: movies are not merely the artform which imitates life but also a way to escape it.

Some people are of impression that all great movies were made in the remote past. You find similar opinion about all things including morality. A general theory is that with the passage of time degradation of quality takes place.

Such opinions are mostly sentiments of nostalgic people who have sweeping arguments about everything without any careful investigation.

Technology has advanced decade-after-decade and it has affected different areas of living in different ways. There are tonnes of low quality movies from classic era and many good quality films from the present era. As obvious: we are aware of more data from our own era than that of eras bygone. Only outstanding cases from the previous eras stay popular: creating common impression and misconception that everything was great back then.

Other than the obvious example of Technicolor, better dialogues and narratives : I never generalize for greatness of cinema in the early twentieth century. It’s like half-baked conclusions about everything.

For example: if everything was great back then: weapons must also have been the most powerful. It’s a fallacy: before Hiroshima and Nagasaki: there were no weapons of mass destruction as powerful as we have now. It is enough to prove that not everything has degraded in quality. The argument can be extended to include cures for epidemics and pandemics i. e. advancements in the field of medicine.