A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

Have read little and understood less.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.

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

The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.