James Joyce


Books / Monday, June 21st, 2004

Some passages I marked while reading James Joyce.

“He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld…”

“Her glance traveled to his corner- flattering, taunting, searching exciting his heart.”

“Her dark eyes had invited and unnerved him.”

“He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin.”

“In her arms he felt that he had suddenly became strong and fearless and sure of himself- but his lips would not bend to kiss her…”

“He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips.”

“A cold, lucid indifference reigned in his soul.”

“Consciousness of place came ebbing back to him slowly over a vast tract of time unlit, unfelt, unlived.”

“The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by and unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.”

“The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful what the beautiful is, is another question…”

Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?