by Regis Boff
James Joyce’s editor calls on him early one morning and finds him with his head in his arms on his writing desk beside his typewriter.
The editor says, “James, What’s the matter?”
The great writer looks up at him and says, I have been at this all night and I only have six words!”
The editor looks at him and says “But James that’s great for you,” and Joyce looks at him and says
“I know, but I don’t know what order they go in”