Ulysses

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

Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey trousers.

Every word is so deep, Leopold.

Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me.

No more pain. Wake no more. Nobody owns.

There’s nothing wrong with him except at night.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.

And no more turn aside and brood.

—But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to and accepted that view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage, nor followed the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the Ete