Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.

My intention was to write a chapter of the moral history of my country and I chose Dublin for the scene because that city seemed to me the centre of paralysis.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.