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QUOTATION: The jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: it
is meet to be here. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. The Roman, like
the Englishman who follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore
on which he set his foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal
obsession. He gazed about him in his toga and he said: It is meet to be
here. Let us construct a watercloset.
QUOTATION: I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world
to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing
one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around
drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on
horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure
they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us....
QUOTATION: ... frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength
those engines have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over
and out of them all sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the
poor men that have to be out all the night from their wives and families
in those roasting engines ...
QUOTATION: Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear? Ever he would
wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his cometary orbit, beyond
the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic planets, astronomical
waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of space, passing from land
to land, among peoples, amid events. Somewhere imperceptibly he would
hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall.
Whence, disappearing from the constellation of the Northern Crown he would
somehow reappear reborn above delta in the constellation of Cassiopeia
and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger,
a wreaker of justice on malefactors, a dark crusader, a sleeper awakened,
with financial resources (by supposition) surpassing those of Rothschild
or the silver king.
QUOTATION: I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a mans
QUOTATION: If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that
each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas
he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term
of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and
alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series
originating in and repeated to infinity.
QUOTATION: At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee
to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew. People could
put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a
bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Your
god was a jew. Because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon
or somewhereabouts in the county Sligo.
QUOTATION: What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who
has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change
of manners. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris
lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning
to the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?
QUOTATION: What were habitually his final meditations? Of some one sole
unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in wonder, a poster novelty,
with all extraneous accretions excluded, reduced to its simplest and most
efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and congruous
with the velocity of modern life.