James Joyce
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joycewas an Irish novelist and poet. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde, and is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors of the twentieth century...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 February 1882
CityRathgar, Ireland
CountryIreland
bond
Every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.
according afternoon answered asked brother bundle clearly closest cold discovered distant doctor except father james joyce kept lawyer letters neglect poet puts rather reading spent woman written
According to his brother Stanislaus . . . 'Unhappiness was like a vice.' He was cold and distant except with those closest to him, but when, on his mother's death, he discovered a bundle of letters that his father had written to her before they were married, he spent the whole afternoon reading them 'with as little compunction as a doctor or a lawyer . . . puts questions.' When he had finished, Stanislaus asked him: 'Well?' 'Nothing,' James Joyce answered curtly and rather contemptuously. Nothing, thought Stanislaus, for the young poet with a mission, but clearly something for the woman who had kept them all those years of neglect and poverty.
case people small
a case of too many people in a small space.
disagree tolstoy
As for Tolstoy, ... I disagree with you altogether. Tolstoy is a magnificent writer. He is never dull, never stupid, never tired, never pedantic, never theatrical!
affected came electrical heard popping service sounds sour workers
The workers were in the hole, ... They heard some popping sounds and they came out. They don't know if they affected the electrical service or if the electrical service went sour for some other reason.
fear
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
again arms asked breasts drew mad mountain perfume
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
written
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
actions best brainy men
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
outcast
No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.
beside stem waters
Night, Night. Tellmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of hitherandthithering waters of the Night!
belong ireland short
I belong to the faubourg Saint-Patrice called Ireland for short
soil warm
Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.
came fifth lost
Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job.