Sam on James

Samuel Beckett’s various recollections of James Joyce, including this gem:

I remember going to see Joyce in the hospital. He was lying on the bed, putting drops in his operated eye. I don’t remember having read to him though. I used to go there in the evening sometimes, when he had dinner at home. It was at the later stage when he was living in the little impasse off the long street. There wasn’t a lot of conversation between us. I was a young man, very devoted to him, and he liked me. And he used to call on me if he needed something. For instance, someone to walk with him before dinner.

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