Introibo ad altare Dei
James JoyceAs he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone.
James JoyceHis prayer, addressed neither to God nor saint, began with a shiver, as the chilly morning breeze crept through the chink of the carriage door to his feet, and ended in a trail of foolish words which he made to fit the insistent rhythm of the train; and silently, at intervals of four seconds, the telegraph-poles held the galloping notes of the music between punctual bars.
James JoyceOblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.
James JoyceTags: history murder death suicide rome ancient-rome knives
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses
James JoyceThus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude...
James JoyceEstaba destinado a aprender su propia sabiduría aparte de los otros o a aprender la sabiduría de los otros por sí mismo, errando entre las asechanzas del mundo.
James JoyceTags: independence independent-thought loner
He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter.
James Joyceتملأ كل حياتى .. اتعنى باسمها فى كل آونة واهتف به واردده فى خشوع كالأدعية والتراتيل… وكثيراً ما كانت عيناي تغرورقان بدموع لا افهم لها معنى … وكان يمتلكنى فى بعض الاحيان شعور بأن سيلا جارفاً من الحياة الحارة ينبثق من قلبى ويفيض على جوانبه فيملأ دفؤه صدرى … وما كنت اسمح لتفكيرى أن يذهب بعيداً , وهل سأنعم بالحديث إليها ؟ … وما سيدور بيننا ؟ … وكيفية التعبير لها عن حبى , وما يعتلج فى نفسى حيالها من شعور جارف وعواطف ملتهبة . لقد كانت تطغى على كل تفكيرى , وكان جسدى اشبه بآلة موسيقية تجرى عليها اصابع سحرية بألحان من اسمها وكلماتها وبسماتها
James Joyce...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes..
James JoyceTags: crushing-guilt wonderful-imagery
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