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I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body #stagsjoyce

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How did the son of Rudolph receive this first part? With unmixed feeling. Smiling, a jew, he heard with pleasure and saw the unbroken kitchen window. #Stagsjoyce

"THE WHORES: Are you going far, queer fellow? How’s your middle leg?" #Stagsjoyce

"Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street" #stagsjoyce

" And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah!" (Dont ban me X...) #Stagsjoyce

"A broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero." #stagsjoyce

"Imperthnthn thnthnthn." "She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath. Her wet lips tittered: —He’s killed looking back. She laughed: —O wept! Aren’t men frightful idiots?" #Stagsjoyce

He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste." This seemingly mundane detail introduces the character, likely Father Conmee, and offers a glimpse into his routines and perspective. #stagsjoyce

"Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Bald, most zealous by the door..." " The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is all in all." #stagsjoyce

" Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs Moisel. Mothers’ meeting. Phthisis retires for the time being, then returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after." #Stagsjoyce

"Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable." #stagsjoyce

"Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose." #Stagsjoyce

"Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes.' #StagsJoyce

"God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain." "These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here" #StagsJoyce

'Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes.' "Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the jews." #Stagsjoyce

" Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. "God, isn’t he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks you’re not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! #Stagsjoyce

"Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race." "You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets." #Stagsjoyce

"To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!" "He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted" #stagsjoyce

“He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin.” “I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church.” #StagsJoyce