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In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.
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James Joyce |
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382eedd
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He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld.
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James Joyce |
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I resent violence or intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due installments plans. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak a different vernacular, so to speak.
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James Joyce |
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I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.
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James Joyce |
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7134b0e
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Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
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James Joyce |
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a3a8760
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Three quarks for Muster Mark!
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quark
physics
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James Joyce |
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7c4d970
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So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish..
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James Joyce |
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It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak. When would he be like the fellows in poetry and rhetoric? They had big voices and big boots and they studied trigonometry. That was very far away. First came the vacation and then the next term and then vacation again and then again another term and then again the vacation. It was like a train going in and o..
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James Joyce |
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A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.
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James Joyce |
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Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through, read her very soul.
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James Joyce |
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The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...
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drinking
ulysses
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James Joyce |
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I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bo..
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James Joyce |
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There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.
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James Joyce |
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In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.
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James Joyce |
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Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would try to understand him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, waiting with little white hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes. Heart of mine! She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the mast..
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James Joyce |
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for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss an..
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James Joyce |
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What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a modest substance in the funds. He is young Leopold, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror w..
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James Joyce |
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But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.
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nonsense
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James Joyce |
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Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten ones! Grant sleep in hour's time, O Loud! That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees. Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughter low!
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James Joyce |
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Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.
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James Joyce |
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9b457ce
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You don't know yet what money is. Money is power, when you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
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money
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James Joyce |
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c3e45fc
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Seraphim,The lost hosts awaken
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James Joyce |
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31439b8
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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.
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James Joyce |
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39e98ff
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Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an aesthetic end.
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James Joyce |
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342d9ab
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My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
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James Joyce |
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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James Joyce |
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But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
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James Joyce |
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The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit. (683)
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James Joyce |
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d5574ba
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Boor, bond of thy herd,Tonight stretch full by the fire!
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James Joyce |
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4143c80
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Loveward above the glancing oar
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James Joyce |
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ebd9799
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Frail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gave
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James Joyce |
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64aab5c
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The fragrant hair,Dusk of the air.
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James Joyce |
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Around us fear, descendingDarkness of fear above
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James Joyce |
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And mine a shielded heart for herWho gathers simples of the moon.
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James Joyce |
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aa55db1
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Vast wings above the lambent waters broodOf sullen day.
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James Joyce |
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3c671f8
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The sly reeds whisper to the nightA name -- her name --
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James Joyce |
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f48d1a9
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Your lean jaws grin with. LashYour itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
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James Joyce |
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3ea27d9
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'Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry (115.36)
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James Joyce |
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8ba63a8
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Three quarks for Muster Mark! (383.1)
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James Joyce |
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In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen. (419.9-10)
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James Joyce |