Surfing the Wake, Water Genie Style

James Joyce is absolutely, unquestionably, without a doubt one of the highest of the highbrow authors within this vastly immense spherical world. Finnegans Wake is a novel on a level of its own, untouched by, reigning over, and putting to shame all other literary pieces. The mumbo jumbo, mish-mash, enigmatic jigsaw puzzle of words that grace each page holds innumerable meanings. One would be lucky, no fortunate, or perhaps divinely blessed if one were able to disentangle even the minutest crumb of meaning from his work. It is the language of the lofty, almighty, and all encompassing gods splashed vigilantly on the page through the magically creative hands of a mortal being. The journey required will be too dark, daunting, demoralizing, and disheartening for most. However, the few and far between that can scale the rocky and treacherous obstacle put before them by Joyce will ascend to a higher level of being. The level of the literary gods, the deities of language, the sorcerers of letters. Read Joyce, and you will attain the rank of a high brow reader...the most sought after, dreamed of, and worth killing for achievement of a literary scholar.