For The Years, He Felt, Had Not

Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan Came From The Stairhead, Bearing A Bowl Of Lather On Which A Mirror And A Razor Lay Crossed.

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, Beef, Business, Bibles, Bulldogs, Battleships, Buggery And Bishops.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

He Found In The World Without As Actual What Was In His World Within As Possible.

There Is No Heresy Or No Philosophy Which Is So Abhorrent To The Church As A Human Being.