The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
James JoyceRead
The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the pleasant and soothing experience of whiskey being poured, suggesting a moment of enjoyment and reflection.
In this quote, James Joyce evokes a sensory experience by describing the sound of whiskey pouring into glasses as 'light music.' This imagery suggests that the act of sharing a drink is not just a casual activity, but rather a delightful and harmonious interlude, enhancing the atmosphere and enriching social interactions.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a gathering of friends while enjoying drinks.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.
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.
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.
Great innovations, powerful interactions and real art are often produced by someone in a state of wonder. Looking around with stars in your eyes and amazement at the tools that are available to you can inspire generosity and creativity and connection
It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
Whenever I become discouraged (which is on alternate Tuesdays, between three and four) I lift my spirits by remembering: The artists are on our side! I mean those poets and painters, singers and musicians, novelists and playwrights who speak to the world in a way that is impervious to assault because they wage the battle for justice in a sphere which is unreachable by the dullness of ordinary political discourse.
A crime is like a crack in reality, and it is the author's role to explore those cracks. As a writer, I like to see how they impinge on people.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and the thought of his own.
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