[CrackMonkey] "In fact, all of Joyce is just Angela's Ashes sung by Bob Dylan"

[Nick Moffitt]

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Mr. Bad wrote:

> In fact, I think people'd have a hard time telling the "Dubliners"
> and "Tarantula" apart in a controlled laboratory environment.

Hey, now there's a fun game, suitable for the kids at home!  Take
these three literary excerpts, one from "Dubliners," one from
"Tarantula," and one extra mystery piece just for
scientificaliciousness and my own petty amusement.  Can YOU identify
the passage that's actually well-crafted prose?

ITEM #1

he shrugged his shoulders & took out a piece of chalk--he began to
draw a picture of his kid on my piano "hey now look--that aint what's
wrong with my piano--i mean now dont take it personally--it's got
nothing to do with you, but my piano is out of tune--now i dont care
how you go about it but fix it--fix it right" ,'my kid's gonna be an
astronaut" "i should hope so" says me

ITEM #2

The other leaned over the well of the car and peered into Mr Kernan's
mouth but he could not see. He struck a match and, sheltering it in
the shell of his hands, peered again into the mouth which Mr Kernan
opened obediently. The swaying movement of the car brought the match
to and from the opened mouth.  The lower teeth and gums were covered
with clotted blood and a minute piece of the tongue seemed to have
been bitten off. The match was blown out. 

ITEM #3

As I blinked away the sparkles, there were three flat cracks--they
sounded like rifle shots--and three separate eye-hurtingly-bright
pencils of actinic light reached out from our unwelcome visitors
toward the clump of boulders that L? had been using for cover. Where
they struck, the rocks smoked and split, stinking and spraying
fountains of white-hot chips. 

 From my vantage, I could see Laelig; lying unconscious behind the
rapidly-shrinking boulders as the ravening energy blasted away her
cover like a garden hose flushing an ant hill. In mere seconds, she
would be fully exposed to their deadly force. 

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