Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats

(...) You Cruel Creature, Little Mite Of A Thing With A Heart The Size Of A Fullstop.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.

You Forget That The Kingdom Of Heaven Suffers Violence: And The Kingdom Of Heaven Is Like A Woman.

O Cold ! O Shivery ! It Was Your Ambrosial Beauty. Forget, Forgive. Kismet. Let Me Off This Once.

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.