Joyce Is A Poet And Also An

Between Pigs And Human Beings There Was Not And There Need Not Be Any Clash Of Interest Whatsoever.

You Had To Live - Did Live, From Habit That Became Instinct - In The Assumption That Evey Sound You Made Was Overheard, And, Except In Darkness, Every Moment Scrutinized.

We Do Not Merely Destroy Our Enemies; We Change Them.

And The Bigger The Fall, The Bigger The Joke. It Would Be Better Fun To Throw A Custard Pie At A Bishop Than At A Curate.

England Is The Most Class-ridden Country Under The Sun. It Is A Land Of Snobbery And Privilege, Ruled Largely By The Old And Silly.