Let my country die for me.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
“What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?”
“... I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.- Wine of the country, says he.- What's yours? says Joe.- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.- Three pints, Terry,...”
“He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.”
“Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgre...”
“It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a prey for the vilest bonzes, who hid...”
“War is what happens when language fails.”
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”
“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”