Caesar’s Wake

Ah, Caesar! A cipher of cycles, afloat in the flux of history’s flow, his life dances betwixt the words, a tale woven in the warp and weft of Finnegans Wake.

Once upon a time, when Night and Day embraced in eternal tango, Gaius Julius Caesar emerged, sprung forth from the loins of Rome. A scion of power and ambition, he was born to conquer and command.

He, the conquistador of Gaul, a whisperer of war and wielder of words. Through the pageant of prose, his campaigns unfurl, revealing a man both valiant and vulnerable. The Roman Senate, their tongues sharpened as knives, hesitated not to cross the Rubicon with Caesar, for the dice were cast, and the gods themselves whispered of fate’s capricious hand.

As the tale unfolds, we meet Cleopatra, the sovereign serpent of Egypt, entwined in Caesar’s embrace. Together, they navigate the labyrinthine corridors of love and power, their affair a tempestuous tempest in the wake of their collision. But beware the Ides of March, when the dagger’s kiss awaits, a tragic turning point in the grand tapestry.

The tumultuous dance of Caesar’s life mirrors the cyclical rhythms of Joyce’s opus. In the swirling eddies of language, his deeds echo through the ages, immortalized in the spiral dance of letters. The linguistic labyrinth of Finnegans Wake envelops him, spinning a web of allusion and illusion, as Caesar’s existence merges with the cosmic dance of myth and history.

Thus, the biography of Caesar in the manner of Finnegans Wake is a polyphonic symphony, a mélange of voices, a cacophony of references and reverberations. A portrait painted in the fluid strokes of Joyce’s pen, where time blurs and borders dissolve, revealing the interconnectedness of all things.

Caesar, the embodiment of ambition and hubris, the archetypal hero or tragic villain, takes his place amidst the jumble of words, his life interwoven with the fabric of Finnegans Wake. In this literary universe, his story echoes and resonates, a cipher to be deciphered, an enigma to be unraveled, forever entangled in the enigmatic tapestry.

— OpenAI and the GPT-3.5 model, asked to write a brief biography of Caesar in the manner of Finnegans Wake.

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