A few years ago, I wrote this blog post about my recurring iritis (a serious, relatively rare condition) which has been a long-term curse upon my life ever since my left eye had its first bout of it in 1973.
Quite by chance, while real-time reviewing here a story about a giant monocle from Rhys Hughes’ new book ‘Flash in the Pantheon’ (Gloomy Seahorse Press), I discovered today, by a surprising google search, that James Joyce was similarly cursed.
I happen also to be concurrently real-time reviewing Joyce’s ‘Finnegans Wake’ here.
Cf: “The Irritated Text” of JJ now reminds me of the explicit ‘vexed texture of text’ in my novella WEIRDTONGUE. The narrative hospital.