Great Regulars: If he's right--and James Joyce

thought he was; this is the epistemological underpinning of Ulysses--then reality exists neither in the self nor in the world but in the mysterious zone where the two intersect. It is the complex of interrelations between them.

Complex is the operative word.

from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: Is yesterday as real as today?

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