You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.
James JoyceWhat's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
James JoyceMr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
James JoyceHis eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
James Joyce