What's In A Name? That Is What

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like A Cork Upon A Tide.

The Artist Who Could Disentangle The Subtle Soul Of The Image From Its Mesh Of Defining Circumstances Most Exactly And 're-embody' It In Artistic Circumstances Chosen As The Most Exact For It In Its New Office, He Was The Supreme Artist.

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

For Myself, I Always Write About Dublin, Because If I Can Get To The Heart Of Dublin I Can Get To The Heart Of All The Cities Of The World. In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.