A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

I'll tickle his catastrophe.

There's no friends like the old friends.

And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?

The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!