James Joyce was born in Dublin a hundred and nineteen years ago today. We should all look so good.

The back of the Irish ten-pound note contains the opening sounds of Finnegans Wake:

"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs."

Now you know why Guinness is so expensive (and good).