Caitlin Shea

“They might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said” (18.1571) #stagsjoyce

“Lot of sparrowfarts skitting around” (18.879) #stagsjoyce

"The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit." (17.1039) #stagsjoyce

"To have sustained no positive loss. To have brought a postive gain to others. Light to the gentiles."(17.352) #stagsjoyce

“His hat (Parnell’s) a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him…history repeating itself with a difference...” (16.1513-1528) #stagsjoyce

“Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul” (16.737) #stagsjoyce

"Bbbbbllllblblblblobschb!" - The Dummymummy (15.3380) #stagsjoyce

“Give me back that potato, will you?” (15.3509) #stagsjoyce

“No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. One of those, my lord. A plagiarist. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur.” (15.820-825) #stagsjoyce

“There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait.. they will rise up to confront him in the most various circumstances, a vision or a dream”14.1344 #stagsjoyce

"She’d like scent of that kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her, with a little jessamine mixed." (13.1010) #stagsjoyce

“Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person...That causes movement. And time, well that’s the time the movement takes…Because it’s all arranged. Magnetic needle tells you what’s going on in the sun, the stars. Little piece of steel iron.” (13.984) #stagsjoyce

“So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language... all to that and the shoneens that can’t speak their own language off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the aintitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland.” 12.679 #stagsjoyce

“In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters..." (12.68) #stagsjoyce

“Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.” (11.668) #stagsjoyce

“Sea, Wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattle market, cocks, hens don’t crow, snakes hisss. There’s music everywhere… That’s joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other joy. But both are joys…” (11.963) #stagsjoyce

“Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can.” 10.822 #stagsjoyce

“Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added: Our father who art not in heaven. Maggy, pouring yellow soup Katey’s bowl, exclaimed: Boody! For Shame!” 10.291 #stagsjoyce

"What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners." 9.147 #stagsjoyce

"Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland.... And one more to hail him: ave, rabbi: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow of the glen he cooees for them. My soul's youth I gave him, night by night." 9.36 #stagsjoyce (something I had to look up)