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
night voice darkness
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.
shining darkness brightness
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
eye vanity darkness
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
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The feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer
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No, it did lots of other things too.
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It's designed to capture viruses from your entire blood system. It's designed to capture viruses before cells and organs can be infected.
bond
Every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.
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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.
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!
belong ireland short
I belong to the faubourg Saint-Patrice called Ireland for short
beside stem waters
Night, Night. Tellmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of hitherandthithering waters of the Night!
outcast
No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.
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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.