Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.
James JoyceMots clés language
Be just before you are generous.
James JoyceMots clés justice ulysses ireland james-joyce just stephen generous generocity
Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his cometary orbit, beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic planets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of space, passing from land to land, among peoples, amid events.
James JoyceThey have no mercy on that here or infanticide. Refuse christian burial. They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn't broken already.
James JoyceWhat was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything.
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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?
Mots clés world universe everything nothing end
Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life.... Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.
James JoyceYou ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that person’s happiness in every way is to “love” then perhaps my affection for you is a kind of love. I will tell you this that your soul seems to me to be the most beautiful and simple soul in the world and it may be because I am so conscious of this when I look at you that my love or affection for you loses much of its violence.
James JoyceMots clés love soul affection uncertainty desire
He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld.
James JoyceI am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
James JoyceMots clés existence time space
Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.
James JoyceMots clés ulysses
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