Rage. Probably political rage. Maybe just personal rage. Lots of sarcasm and cynicism. Also pretty pictures.
James Joyce’s refrigerator. One of the best New Yorker cartoons of all time. Happy Bloomsday….
The quote: “I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.” From Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.