There is no providential order in which Joyce operates a critique, nor does he seek to paper over the void or the existential anguish created by the nihilism of the subjective fiat of creating language. If anything, there is only a piling up of catastrophe. One should not seek to negotiate the hallucinative process of the Wake as appearances which are distantly related either to the compulsion of being a subject as character, or constituting presences. Indeed talking about the Wake may well only be possible as a via negativa . The endless circulation of significations embroil the reader in a collusive and fictive enterprise.
Truth is made up of ideas.
Thus, the proof of approach is complete immersion and absorption, and in that sense the purpose of the representation of the idea is no less than an abbreviated outline of the image of the world, where the labial apparitions endorse this as metaphor. The paradise of perfect jouissance is where the struggle of communicative significance of words is not necessary. R. C. Davis, ed. 73-114. back up 3.