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.
Thought is the thought of thought. - James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
- James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. - James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
As you are now so once were we. - James Joyce
As you are now so once were we.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. - James Joyce
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
Shut your eyes and see. - James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. - James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. - James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Absence, the highest form of presence. - James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. - James Joyce
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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