In February 1912, just as he turned 30, Joyce was unable to pay the rent on his rooms in Trieste, and with the sword of eviction hanging over his head, gave a couple of lectures at the Universita Popolare to earn a few bob. He took as his subjects the two English writers he most admired, William Blake and Daniel Defoe. Much occupied as he was with questions of national characteristics and cultural identity, he zeroed in on Defoe's everyman, Robinson Crusoe, with the contention that Crusoe was Englishness incarnate:
...the manly independence, the unconscious cruelty, the persistence, the slow but effective intelligence, the sexual apathy, the practical and well-balanced religiosity, the calculating silence.
There is Anthony Blair in a nutshell, I realise.