James Joyce

...Introibo ad altare Dei...

"Come up Kinch. Come up you fearful Jesuit"

"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs".

Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen- core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.The Fall..."

"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails".

"...Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge..."

"I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy..."

"Come forth Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job..."

"Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals to discovery. One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age".

"I am the boy That can enjoy Invisibility".

"- I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard. My mother's a jew, my father's a bird. With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree, So here's to disciples and Calvary. If anyone thinks that I amn't divine He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine But have to drink water and wish it were plain That I make when the wine becomes water again. -- Goodbye, now, goodbye. Write down all I said And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead. What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly And Olivet's breezy... Goodbye, now, goodbye."

When a young man asked: May I kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses? - He said: No, it did a lot of other things too. (J.J.)

"You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought".

"History, Stephen said, is a nightmare form which I am trying to awake"

"Love me, Love my umbrella".

"Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife".

"The snotgreen sea. The scratumtightening sea"

Thanks to Nina for contribution

Read"The Little Cloud"from Joyce's "Dubliners"

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