forget itself in order to re-invent itself, to reinvent itself in order 
to regain interest in itself, in short to effect a mocking 
simulacrum of continued creation, thanks to which it believes it 
will escape the authentication of its nothingness, and out of its 
nothingness refashion a reality.” (106)

     Yet homogeneous repetition à la Gutenberg still leaves 
something to be desired in the way of a self. How is one to 
reason with the person who feeds himself into a buzz-saw 
because the teeth are invisible? Such was the fate of the 
unified “self” in the age of print segmentation. But it is hard to 
believe in the reality of anybody who in any age could take 
seriously the Gutenberg assumptions when applied to the 
ordering of life.

     James Joyce certainly thought he had found in Vico a