Sublime

Il y avait dans un coin du Café Odéon, la plupart du temps solitaire, un jeune homme avec une barbiche brune et des lunettes d’une étonnante épaisseur devant des yeux noirs et perçants ; on me dit que c’était un écrivain anglais extrêmement doué. Quand, au bout de quelques jours, je fis la connaissance de James Joyce, il déclina abruptement toute a

God made food, the devil the cooks.

Injia’s a wild land for a God-fearin’ man.

sententiously.

But despite these hopeful words, a look of desperate resignation passed between the two men. They knew the absentee landlords over in London didn’t care about the natives, so long as their plum Irish land continued to yield hearty profits, so long as the grains and cattle they extorted from Ireland continued to fetch their English fortunes.

Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life!

Erin's

conceit