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Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

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

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Love loves to love love.

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A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

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Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.

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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

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The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

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I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

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The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

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God made food; the devil the cooks.

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What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.

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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

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Let my country die for me.

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As you are now so once were we.

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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

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The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

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If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.’ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves.

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It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

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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.

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What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.

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Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see. See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.

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Me. And me now.

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Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

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It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...

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When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…

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Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

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Thought is the thought of thought.

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She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

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What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

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Be just before you are generous.

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I think of you so often you have no idea.

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You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

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If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

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People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

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Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

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The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

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Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

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

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When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

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[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

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Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.

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Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

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In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

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I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

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Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:— That is God.Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!— What? Mr Deasy asked.— A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.

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You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?

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I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

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