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  • "My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 8, 2007

  • "He urged me, stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me, to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed

    a'courting his girl"

    Cracker, from the title song of the album Kerosene Hat

    February 6, 2007

  • "... while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "SECOND WATCH (Produces handcuffs.) Here are the darbies."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said, in my honour."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 6, 2007

  • "In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed brick quilted dolman, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed brick quilted dolman, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "Order in court! The accused will now make a bogus statement."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "A plagiarist. A soapy sneak masquerading as a literateur."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "No born gentleman, no one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "His scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "... the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men, as physique, in the service of our sovereign."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "... plucking at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure."

    Joyce. Ulysses, 15

    February 5, 2007

  • "The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pigs knuckle between his molars through which rabid scrumspittle dribbles."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "He plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a tale which their broken snouted gaffer rasps out with raucous humour."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "... fawn dustcoat on his arm, tawny red brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a grey billycock hat."

    Jayce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "... a tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 29, 2007

  • "You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "MRS BREEN (Screams gaily.) O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "... her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "A burly rough pursues with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "Her hands passing slowly over her trinketed stomacher.'

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "A white yashmak violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only her lace dark eyes and raven hair."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • " I told you not go with drunken goy ever."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smoking cap with magenta tassels."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "Brainfogfag. That tired feeling. Too much for me now. Ow!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "In each hand he holds a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the other a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "A hoarse virago retorts."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "Private Cart and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their oxters ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "A drunken navvy ups with both hands the railings of an area, lurching heavily."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "On a step a gnome totting among a rubbish tip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 15

    January 28, 2007

  • "You'll need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed four flushers, false alarms and excess baggage! "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • variation of doggone

    January 27, 2007

  • "Unwell in his abominable regions. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "More bluggy drunkables? "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • " the jady coppaleen"

    Joyce,Ulysses, 14

    A ‘jaded coppaleen’ is a ‘good-for-nothing or vicious horse’

    January 27, 2007

  • "The colleen bawn, my colleen bawn. O, cheese it!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "The colleen bawn, my colleen bawn. O, cheese it!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. For the hoi polloi."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Mother's milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead, rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzlingden, milk of madness, the honeymilk of Canaan's land."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "She is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou hast done a doughty deed and no botch!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "God's air, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "utflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and bobtail of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and bobtail of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with preponderant excess of moisture, in swollen masses turgidly distended ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Quietude of custody rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Enter that antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    ... joycean variant of linsey-woolsey

    January 27, 2007

  • ".. Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily against the cool ardent fruit."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "... as they run slowly forward over the sward or collide and stop, one by its fellow, with a brief alert shock."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "... not for vengeance to cut off from the living but shrouded in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "... or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquillity of the evening ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 27, 2007

  • "Funny to go agog in wonderment and distress ..."

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 26, 2007

  • "What adumbrates the neural coagulate, still sending its runners off, fetchingly, here and there."

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 26, 2007

  • see asshat ... especially as described at UD ... sorry, my brother brings this out in me

    January 22, 2007

  • My brother says "bum-looker" is from some old Saturday Night Live skit (or sketch?) in which the word is used often in combination with "wanker".

    January 22, 2007

  • He says "bum-looker" is from some old saturday night live skit (or sketch?) in which the word is used often in combination with "wanker".

    January 22, 2007

  • "Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a happy accouchement."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "At the risk of her own was the telling rejoinder of his interlocutor none the less effective for the moderate and measured tone in which it was delivered."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "... who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "... who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "For the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with the minutiae of the municipal abattoir ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "... an omnivorous being which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as ..."

    Joycve, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "Nature, we may rest assured, has her own good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken up their residence ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    variant of morbus?

    January 22, 2007

  • "These facts, he alleges, and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the right ovary (the postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to opine ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "The man of science like the man in the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as best he can. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 22, 2007

  • "Lastly at the head of the board was the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "A whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is W. Lane."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "He encircled his gadding hair with a coronal of vineleaves ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "How serene does she now arise, a queen among the Pleiades, in the penultimate antelucan hour ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "Agendath is a waste land, a home of screechowls and the sandblind upupa."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "... or for a budding virgin shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell me!) his studied baisemoins."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "I anticipated some such reception, he began with an eldritch laugh, for which, it seems, history is to blame."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 21, 2007

  • "... all the cases of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his master-piece with chromolithographic illustrations."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Every phase of the situation was successively eviscerated ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Nay, had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angel it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian!"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • " Unhappy woman she has been too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of the desperate."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Bless me, I'm all of a wibblywobbly."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... or lose their womanly bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "hey were, says Mr Stephen, and the end was that the men of the island, seeing no help was toward as the ungrate women were all of one mind, made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the wind, put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let the bullgine run, pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America."

    Jooyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "He was a kind of sport gentleman that went for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of woman, horseflesh, or hot scandal he had it pat."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... a murrain seize the dolt ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Which hearing young Stephen was a marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "And the traveller Leopold went into the castle for to rest him for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometimes venery."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for an inconsiderable emolument was provided."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... an inverecund habit ..."

    Jooyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... a downwardtending lutulent reality ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "... how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature's incorrupted benefaction."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 14

    January 20, 2007

  • "Here’s the affliction—the books corralling me, thumping and sighing rubberly like dogs about my feet."

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 19, 2007

  • "Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Better not stick here all night like a limpet. This weather makes you dull."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Milly, no sign of funk. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. Don't know what death is at that age."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Howth settled for slumber tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Do fish ever get seasick?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Big brutes of ocean-going steamers floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. "

    Joyce,Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "She'd like scent of that kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her with a little jessamine mixed. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Well that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's arranged. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Sad however because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fullers' earth for the baby when they hold him out to do ah."

    joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Not like that frump today. A. E. Rumpled stockings."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Chap in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Amours of actresses. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Curtain up. Moonlight silver effulgence. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Sooner have me as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease, plastery hair lovelock over his dexter optic."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Sooner have me as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease, plastery hair lovelock over his dexter optic."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church, helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "... and Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the cooing of the ringdove, but they cut the silence icily."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "And Gerty, wrapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "She had four dinky sets, with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "There was an innate refinement, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "... but those iron jelloids she had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow Welch's female pills ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "... and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and promised him the scatty heel of the loaf of brown bread with golden syrup on. "

    Joyce, Ulysses, 13

    January 14, 2007

  • "The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop, the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "-- Me? says Alf. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "(the semi-paralysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane)"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "... while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • " A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "... and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields ..."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "Tell him, says he, I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so will I, for trading without a licence."

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "-- Soot's luck, says Joe. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • "Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?"

    Joyce, Ulysses, 12

    January 13, 2007

  • " I’m sure you did not treat Miss Hardcastle, that was here awhile ago, in this obstropalous manner. "

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "I vow, child, you are vastly handsome."

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "If I go to the best room, there I find my host and his story: if I fly to the gallery, there we have my hostess with her curtsey down to the ground. "

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "Never fear me. I think I have got the true bar cant—Did your honour call?—Attend the Lion there—Pipes and tobacco for the Angel.—The Lamb has been outrageous this half hour."

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "Zounds! how she fidgets and spits about like a Catherine wheel."

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "Zounds! here they are. Morrice! Prance! "

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "...and when I was in my best story of the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, he asked if I had not a good hand at making punch. Yes, Kate, he asked your father if he was a maker of punch!"

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "Sure you mistake, papa! A French dancing-master could never have taught him that timid look—that awkward address—that bashful manner—"

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • "I find such a pleasure, sir, in obeying your commands, that I take care to observe them without ever debating their propriety."

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • " To me he appears the most impudent piece of brass that ever spoke with a tongue."

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, III

    January 11, 2007

  • I’ll clap a pair of horses to your chaise that shall trundle you off in a twinkling ...

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • That’s because you don’t know her as well as I. Ecod! I know every inch about her; and there’s not a more bitter cantankerous toad in all Christendom.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • O lud! he has almost cracked my head.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • Extremely elegant and dégagée, upon my word, madam. Your friseur is a Frenchman, I suppose?

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • We country persons can have no manner at all. I’m in love with the town, and that serves to raise me above some of our neighbouring rustics ...

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • True, madam; those who have most virtue in their mouths, have least of it in their bosoms.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • Perish the baubles! Your person is all I desire.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but, to me, a modest woman, drest out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, II

    January 10, 2007

  • Small disappointments revive the child in us, which would be an equal recompense if we could but see it so.

    Nick Piombino , fait accompli

    January 9, 2007

  • Sunday slipping astern in the spyboat, me diddling the knurls of the focal knobs, in a grump.

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 9, 2007

  • Sunday slipping astern in the spyboat, me diddling the knurls of the focal knobs, in a grump.

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 9, 2007

  • Sunday slipping astern in the spyboat, me diddling the knurls of the focal knobs, in a grump.

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    January 9, 2007

  • Ah, bless your heart, for a sweet, pleasant—damn’d mischievous son of a whore.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • ... the son an awkward booby, reared up and spoiled at his mother’s apron-string.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole ...

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Father-in-law has been calling me whelp and hound this half year. Now, if I pleased, I could be so revenged upon the old grumbletonian.

    Goldmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • They look woundily like Frenchmen.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • There be two gentlemen in a post-chaise at the door.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Ecod, and when I’m of age, I’ll be no bastard, I promise you. I have been thinking of Bet Bouncer and the miller’s grey mare to begin with.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Ecod, and when I’m of age, I’ll be no bastard, I promise you. I have been thinking of Bet Bouncer and the miller’s grey mare to begin with.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Let some cry up woodcock or hare,

    Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons;

    But of all the gay birds in the air,

    Here’s a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Let some cry up woodcock or hare,

    Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons;

    But of all the gay birds in the air,

    Here’s a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • I have just come from one of our agreeable tête-à-têtes.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • I have been threatened-I can scarce get it out—I have been threatened with a lover.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Tell me, Constance, how do I look this evening? Is there anything whimsical about me? Is it one of my well-looking days, child? Am I in face to-day?

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Depend upon it, child, I’ll never control your choice; but Mr. Marlow whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • And truly so am I; for he sometimes whoops like a speaking trumpet—(TONY hallooing behind the scenes)—O, there he goes—a very consumptive figure, truly.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Latin for him! A cat and fiddle. No, no; the alehouse and the stable are the only schools he’ll ever go to.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • Learning, quotha! a mere composition of tricks and mischief.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • I hate such old-fashioned trumpery.

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, I

    January 8, 2007

  • But why can’t I be moral?—Let me try—

    My heart thus pressing—fixed my face and eye—

    With a sententious look, that nothing means,

    (Faces are blocks in sentimental scenes)

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, Prologue

    January 8, 2007

  • “I’ve that within—for which there are no plasters!"

    Goldsmith, She Stoops, Prologue

    January 8, 2007

  • I like the way Ralph Ellison in Invislbe Man adapts this word as the name of the building in which the narrator is introduced to The Brotherhood:

    We stopped before an expensive-looking building in a strange part of the city. I could see the word Chthonian on the storm awning stretched above the walk as I got out with the others and went swiftly toward a lobby lighted by dim bulbs set behind frosted glass, going past the uniformed doorman with an uncanny sense of familiarity; feeling now, as we entered a sound-proof elevator and shot away at a mile a minute, that I had been through it all before.

    Ellison, Invisible Man, 14

    Funny how a mythical allusion works the mind, transforming the subsequent details into something altogether new - making an up-to-now hidden world out of details from the ordinary world. The character is being ushered into an "underground" by going up in an elevator.

    January 7, 2007

  • Did you (or eliot) mean chthonic? cool word ...

    January 7, 2007

  • -- I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her bust, that all but burst, so high.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    ... twelve notes?

    January 7, 2007

  • From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. Acall again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • -- Two pence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down his glass.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • -- Well now, I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

    -- You must have been a doaty, Miss Douce made answer.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    ... probably a variant of dotty?

    January 7, 2007

  • Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her white.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 11

    January 7, 2007

  • In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was telling him and grinning all the time.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • -- I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • -- You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that writ where Jacko put the nuts.

    He led Father Cowley boldly forward linked to his bulk.

    -- Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his coatfront, following them.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    ... interesting variant of lackey ...

    January 7, 2007

  • -- But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • After liquids came solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • -- Sacrifizio incruento, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow swingswong from its midpoint, lightly.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for men's race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not our ways.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • And smiled yet again in going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • Father Conmee doffed his silk hat, as he took leave, at the jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 10

    January 7, 2007

  • You have brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe your own theory?

    -- No, Stephen said promptly.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Fabulous artificer, the hawklike man. You flew. Whereto?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • -- Saint Thomas, Stephen, smiling, said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the original ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • I think you're getting on very nicely. Just mix up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • I asked him what he thought of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands and said: All we can say is that life ran very high in those days. Lovely!

    Catamite.

    -- The sense of beauty leads us astray, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • -- Lovely! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • The gombeen woman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 6, 2007

  • -- And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • -- The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his ashplanthandle over his knee.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • -- He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • -- That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato's.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 9

    January 5, 2007

  • Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Molly looks out of plumb.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Only weggebobbles and fruit.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Meshuggah. Off his chump.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • He did come a wallop, by George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the what was it the pensive bosom of the silver effulgence. Flapdoodle to feed fools on.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Sit her horse like a man. Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, not for Joe.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • -- Who is he if it's a fair question, Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison's.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Well out of that ruck I am. Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks too.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • Sitting on his throne, sucking red jujubes white.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 8

    January 3, 2007

  • definition: pig's foot

    January 2, 2007

  • Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mail-vans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, lolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Florence MacCabe takes a crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at the north city dining rooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • His eyes bethought themselves once more. Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction, I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the new movement.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody history.

    Nightmare from which you will never awake.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • An illstarched dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his waistcoat.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Whose mother is beastly dead.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • 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.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- Getououthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • -- O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan, shite and onions!

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • - Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Three bob I lent him in Meagher's.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Dear Mr Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 7

    January 2, 2007

  • We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well and not in hell.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Tantalising for the poor dead. Smell of frilled beefsteaks to the starving gnawing their vitals. Desire to grig people.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Wonder how he had the gumption to propose to any girl.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • -- The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we can do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Blazing face: redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent colouring it.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Mi trema un poco il. Beautiful on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. A thrust. A throstle. There is a word throstle that expressed that.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.

    -- It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • Pull it more to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who will touch you dead. Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 6

    January 1, 2007

  • He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • He waited by the counter, inhaling the keen reek of drugs, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • He ought to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • And just imagine that. Wife and six children at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers, now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking about them.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the lee of the station wall.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 5

    December 31, 2006

  • Hands stuck in his trousers pockets, jarvey off for the day, singing.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 4

    December 31, 2006

  • You pay eight marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 4

    December 31, 2006

  • what the cat says to Bloom in Ulysses, chapter 4

    December 31, 2006

  • ... lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 4

    December 31, 2006

  • Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 4

    December 31, 2006

  • It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Wrist through the braided jess of her sunshade.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • She, she, she. What she? The virgin at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you were going to write. Keen glance you gave her.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat I see, east, back. Ah, see now. Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody. Here lies poor dogsbody's body.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • They have tucked it safe among the bulrushes. Peekaboo. I see you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • He climbed over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a grike.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • He lifted his feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Through the barbicans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I tell you, I'll show you my likeness one day.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • There was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his postprandial. Well: slainte! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • A porter-bottle stood up, stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet street.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • A garland of grey hair on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace (descende), clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air, his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Cleanchested. He has washed the upper moiety.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • My consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? No?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile. Yes, I must.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp poked in the beach.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • A catalectic tetrameter of iambs marching.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 3

    December 30, 2006

  • A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • ... their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the shapely bulk of a man in tartan fillibegs: Albert Edward, Prince of Wales.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • ... and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • -- Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge. The words troubled their gaze.

    -- How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred book.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 2

    December 29, 2006

  • the obsidian gleam of crow

    suzanne, suzzanagig jig

    December 29, 2006

  • My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the Uebermensch. Toothless Kinch and I, the supermen.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • ... warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the Father ...

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol of Irish art is deuced good.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • Today the bards must drink and junket.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • ... their common cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • Begob, ma'am, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the one pot.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • We'll have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids.

    Joyce, Ulysses, 1

    December 29, 2006

  • i continue to wage war against this term (in relation to me) ... and am never ever too successful ...

    December 26, 2006

  • In theory, this would benefit our nascent major programs as well as the general education curriculum ...

    Joseph Duemer, Sharp Sand

    December 22, 2006

  • The president is about to escalate himself into a full-scale maelstrom.

    Joseph Duemer, Sharp Sand

    December 22, 2006

  • "Language ordered around an absolute Word (logos) which is “masculine�? phallic, systematically excludes, disqualifies, denigrates, diminishes, silences the “feminine�? (Nikita Dhawan).

    found at Introduction to Modern Literary Theory

    December 22, 2006

  • I’m developing an aesthetic theory which I’m calling the Gurlesque (I’ll explain why a bit later), a theory which emerged organically from my reading a steady stream of books by women poets published in the last several years: women who, like myself, were raised during the feminist movement of the 1960s and 70s.

    Arielle Greenberg

    December 21, 2006

  • The trees are wretched splinter-sculptures and the strip malls are alive with kitschy holiday heraldry.

    K. Silem Mohammad, lime tree

    December 21, 2006

  • She reigns

    in eventual pantheons

    of book store cahiers ...

    Raymond Farr, in As/Is

    December 21, 2006

  • ... the men carve

    the hunted beast

    cleaving it

    joist to joist.

    Rachel Phillips, in As/Is

    December 21, 2006

  • I do not

    trawl the web,

    rather step

    delicately, as if

    in a field of

    glass.

    Mark Young, in As/Is

    December 21, 2006

  • ... my monocle bent towards asphalt

    Andrew Lundwall, on the communal As/Is

    December 21, 2006

  • Her longitudes are wickedness.

    Her anvil is corporeal sorrow.

    Raymond Farr, on the communal As/Is

    December 21, 2006

  • i think it can go either way ... but i'm partial to "dote" ... with that wierd canadian thingy that i can't imitate in the "o"... btw, i just noticed the dash after the word ... my bad ... but it reminds me to wonder if there's any way to edit the posted word (the way we can edit comments) ... or must one delete the word altogether and repost? ... but that would dump the comments ... hmmm

    December 21, 2006

  • . . . and here, dear Reader, one’s got, no doughbt—(it comes out, a yeasty thing)—one’s metaphorickal Panties in a Bunch.

    John Latta, Isola di Rifiuti

    cool portmanteau

    December 20, 2006

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  • brtom, how nice to see you here again. Been a while :-)

    March 25, 2010

  • Hey, check out WordPlay's profile. :)

    February 11, 2007

  • Yes, the listing, and also the citations, they're wonderful. The words are so much richer when shown in context.

    December 16, 2006

  • Yeah, after looking at your LibraryThing and homepage I saw that. Neat stuff. More of a prose man myself. Anyway, keep up the listing as I'm enjoying it. ^_^

    December 3, 2006

  • no no... yr good ... & i'm an english teacher ... and i write obscure pomes at http://brtom.typepad.com/one/

    December 3, 2006

  • Oh, my bad. Imploded heads are rarely any good. I was just curious if you did any amateur or professional work in fiction since I liked the sometimes surreal definitions from the list.

    That better?

    December 3, 2006

  • a writer? ... must be ... if ... but you pose a ... my head is ... imploding ... a savage parlor ... sorry

    December 3, 2006

  • Really enjoying your imaginary words list, although I'd argue that if you're writing them they're not imaginary.

    Are you a writer?

    December 3, 2006