Quote #44
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!
More from James Joyce
- I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear.
- in the Nichtian glossery which purveys aprioric roots for aposteriorious tongues this is nat language at any sinse of the world (83.10-12)
- 'Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry (115.36)
- came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial fermament one tide on another (29.30)
- Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. (286.25-27)
- For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally (though not yet endl…
- Three quarks for Muster Mark! (383.1)
- But all they are all there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve and salve life's robulous rebus (12.32-33)