To many a baffled reader of Finnegans Wake, the death of Joyce meant merely that the "cult of unintelligibility" had lost its chief prophet.
She does not belong to what Critic Max Eastman calls "the cult of unintelligibility," but readers may puzzle over some of her idiosyncrasies of expression.
There is a very satisfying running gag involving the unintelligibility and unpronounceability of Torquil Helvoir-Jaynes ("Stalk hilly virgin," "Thought we'll heave the gin," "Talk .