if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei.

Wipe your glasses with what you know.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.