Her "Penelope" chapter consists of eight brobdignagian "sentences" that total 4,391 words. The concluding full stop following the final words of her internal monologue is one of only two punctuation marks in the entire chapter.
Larbaud gave his lecture praising Joyce's book to 250 people jammed into two rooms of Shakespeare and Company in Paris. He told the audience something that all readers now take for granted: that the key to Joyce's encyclopaedic work was Homer's Odyssey. Using a scheme that Joyce had given him, Larbaud talked about how the chapters were organized, presenting each one in the terms of an hour of the day, an organ of the body, a color, a symbol. He then read from the book. One of the two sections he chose to present was a portion of "Penelope".
Molly's episode begins and ends with "yes" which Joyce regarded as "the female word" which indicated "acquiescence and the end of all resistance". It is a chapter to be read aloud as it more readily gives up its beautiful logic. I use it as an example in one of my writing exercises to inspire my students so they don't come "cold" to their notebooks. Just hearing a fragment of "Penelope" always produces inspired work from them.
I was greatly influenced by Molly's soliloquy when I was writing my first book and decided to try some interior monologue myself. The passage below appears in Chapter 24 of No Angel Hotel. For the purposes of this post, I have removed the punctuation and capitals at the beginning of sentences in my own crude attempt at a Joycean "sentence":
Michael asks again about my "deflowering" sounds gentle wonder why they call it that like I say I've forgotten his face the one who came courting and then after a few visits pulled me into me da's shed and threw my skirts in the air virgin-tight I bit my lip seeing the inflated size of it we had been drinking and even so the pain was terrible I had only managed a carrot before with difficulty at nineteen I was beginning to despair of never being pierced but he did it for me gladly a soldier-boy just back from the Mediterranean he wooed me with a bottle of Marsala he hadn't even bothered to wash he said soldiers were forced to practise self-pleasure I was more concerned "with child with young big with consequences" et cetera hating him I couldn't wait for him to dismount he asked "Was I too big for ye" and I was crying to beat the band so I nodded so I wouldn't have to explain myself it was innocence that was goneBut if you want the real thing, buy Ulysses, if only for the last breathtaking chapter. It's worth it.
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