Mrs. Conway seriously had a point. “Araby” by James Joyce Isn’t about love. It’s more like a hormone induced obsession. I found it really creepy how aggressive and persistent the protagonist would get whenever he’d see her. And the way he keeps talking about her skin is gross too. Our protagonist is essentially an incel who is stalking a girl he doesn’t even have the guts to speak to. I Definitely enjoyed the perspective though; this story is pretty much a step-by-step guide on how not to approach love or intimacy.
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