Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking

A Wild Angel Had Appeared To Him, The Angel Of Mortal Youth And Beauty, An Envoy From The Fair Courts Of Life, To Throw Open Before Him In An Instant Of Ecstasy The Gates Of All The Ways Of Error And Glory.

I Fear Those Big Words, Stephen Said, Which Make Us So Unhappy.

This Race And This Country And This Life Produced Me, He Said. I Shall Express Myself As I Am.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.