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Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine Our Arts With Laughters Low.

Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats Her Farrow.

I've Been Working Hard On [ulysses] All Day," Said Joyce. Does That Mean That You Have Written A Great Deal?" I Said. Two Sentences," Said Joyce. I Looked Sideways But Joyce Was Not Smiling. I Thought Of [french Novelist Gustave] Flaubert. "you've Been Seeking The Mot Juste?" I Said. No," Said Joyce. "i Have The Words Already. What I Am Seeking Is The Perfect Order Of Words In The Sentence.

Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen.

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.