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
eye hands blue
Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she?
hands gloves firsts
Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
time hands water
Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.
hands water i-can
I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?
constant feeling grave human mind presence sufferings unites whatsoever
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.
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.
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.