The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.
James JoyceIneluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.
James JoyceWhat is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
James Joyce