“Both then were silent? Silent, each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces.” (Joyce pg 577) #stagsjoyce
“Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour.” (Joyce 391). #stagsjoyce
"Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman white-gloved hand, blunders stiff-legged out of the track." (Joyce 355). #stagsjoyce
"They released him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm."(Joyce 350). #stagsjoyce
"Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears."(Joyce 297). #stagsjoyce
"The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west, the sun was setting, and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand..."(Joyce 284). #stagsjoyce
“They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by the maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy. Lismore Terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores silent.” (Joyce 221). #stagsjoyce
“A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys all twinkling, linked all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth of love’s leavetaking, life’s love’s morn.” (Joyce 217). #stagsjoyce
"Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed."(Joyce 188)
"Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Isis Unveiled. Their Pali book we tried to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos.."(Joyce 157). #stagsjoyce
“The grave diggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all the time? Whew By jingo that would be awful!” (pg 91). #stagsjoyce