The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull square of the window of the schoolroom, he felt his belly crave for its food. He hoped there would be stew for dinner, turnips and carrots and bruised potatoes and fat mutton pieces to be ladled out in thick peppered flourfattened sauce. Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

In the particular is contained the universal.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.