Home on the Net

You need a home to live in.

You don't exist if you don't have a home.

You don't matter if you don't exist on the Net.

If you don't matter, your work doesn't matter.

(As the site is in the process of being shifted from the earlier place (and modified), some links might not be working.)

So They Say

The little word seemed to have turned a rapier point of his sensitiveness against this courteous and vigilant foe. He felt with a smart of dejection that the man to whom he was speaking was a countryman of Ben Johnson. He thought:

The language in which we are speaking is his before it's mine. How different are the words home, Christ, ale, master, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.

— James Joyce

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man