all those words
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Among my favorite lines from James Joyce's Ulysses is
"... wrote me that letter with all those words in it how could he."
"And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him."
Kingsley Amis’s Lucky Jim (1953) introduced me to this phrase. When I later read the original line in Ulysses, I was very happy to see it again. My father’s print and film fragments provided a perfect set of images; Brewton was obsessed with a movie from 1965, “Sands of the Kalahari.”
"artistic coloured photographs of prize babies"
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To see more of the prize babies series, and a list of the subjects and constraints on the works, click here.
"The feety savor of green cheese."
"Bosh! Stephen said rudely.
A man of genius makes no mistakes.
His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery."
A man of genius makes no mistakes.
His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery."
"Poor jugginses! Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they look. Still, their neigh can be very irritating."
"Out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage allelulia.
Shema Israel Adonat Elahenu. No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.
And then the lamb, the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher and
then the angel of death."
"her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation:
her potency over effluent and refluent waters ...
her power to enamour, to mortify ...
to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency;
the tranquil inscrutability of her visage"
"Mr 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."
Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine."
"Because you have the cursed Jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong way."
"ruffling her nosewings"
"It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant."
To see more of the prize babies series, and a list of the subjects and constraints on the works, click here.
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