And whowasit youwasit propped the pot in the yard and whatinthe nameofsen lukeareyou rubbinthe sideofthe flureofthe lobbywith Shite! will you have a plateful? Tak.
James JoyceBroken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will there's his Wall
James JoyceL'esthétique et les cosmétiques sont pour le boudoir. Je suis pour la vérité. La simple vérité pour un homme simple.
James JoyceNo pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination
James Joyceand with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and by Jesus he near throttled him.
James JoyceIt could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.
James JoyceThe soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
James JoyceThought is the thought of thought.
James JoyceI care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
James JoyceMots clés ulysses james-joyce cuchulainn-s-motto
He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.
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