Quotes from James Joyce

Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. He strode down the hill amid the tumult of suddenrisen vapours of wounded pride and fallen hope and baffled desire. they streamed upwards before his anguished eyes in dense and maddening fumes and passed away above him till at last the air was clear and cold again.

Visas miestas išmiršta, ir ištisas gimsta, irgi išmiršta: vieni ateina, kiti išeina. Namai, nam? gretos, mylios šaligatvi?, kr?vos plyt?, akmenys. Iš rank? ? rankas. Vienas savininkas, kitas. Sakoma, nam? šeimininkas niekad nemiršta. Kai vienam pranešama, kad laikas išvykti, jo vieton stoja kitas. Jie perka namus už auks?, ir visas auksas vis vien j?. Kažkur ?ia slypi apgaul?. <...> Visi yra niekas.

Not far from the porch of the club a harpist stood in the roadway, playing to a little ring of listeners. He plucked at the wires heedlessly, glancing quickly from time to time at the face of each new-comer and from time to time, wearily also, at the sky. His harp too, heedless that her coverings had fallen about her knees seemed weary alike of the eyes of strangers and of her master's hands.

Quietly, sure of his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.

But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... (Joyce, Ulysses)

Said religion was not a lying-in hospital. Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less. Then she said I would come back to faith because I had a restless mind. This means to leave church by back door of sin and re-enter through the skylight of repentance. Cannot repent. Told her so and asked for sixpence. Got threepence.

The post-modern novel is now conceding, if not its absurdity, then its limited durability.

Pero mi cuerpo era como un arpa y sus palabras y sus gestos eran como dedos que recorrían mis cuerdas.

Upwap and dump em

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves

nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants.

Tell me, for example, would you deflower a virgin?—Excuse me, Stephen said politely, is that not the ambition of most young gentlemen?

drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas.

Neither he nor she had had any such adventure before and neither was conscious of any incongruity. Little by little he entangled his thoughts with hers. He lent her books, provided her with ideas, shared his intellectual life with her. She listened to all. Sometimes in return for his theories, she gave out some fact of her own life. With almost maternal solicitude, she urged him to let his nature open to the full; she became his confessor.

Love loves to love love

or a jaculation from the garden of the soul.

He taps his brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

his mother?

He was trembling now with annoyance. Why did she seem so abstracted? He did not know how he could begin. Was she annoyed, too, about something? If she would only turn to him or come to him of her own accord! To take her as she was would be brutal. No, he must see some ardour in her eyes first. He longed to be master of her strange mood.

In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work.

Pride, O pride, thy prize!

His blade of human knowledge, natural astuteness particularized by long association with cases in the police courts, had been tempered by brief immersions in the waters of general philosophy.

It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.

Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin.