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.
James JoyceI hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
James JoyceWhen the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.
James JoyceJesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
James Joyce