Updated: James Joyce Quotes

I've been slowly making my way through Ulysses, a process that has already taken several years.  As I go, I've been writing down my favorite quotes, of which there are many.  Here's an updated list:

–Oh, my name for you is the best: Kinch, the knifeblade.

–Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.

–The snotgreen sea.  The scrotumtightening sea.

–It is a symbol of Irish art.  The cracked lookingglass of a servant.

–The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.

–Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey.

–The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus

The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of agriculture.

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince’s stores and bumped them up on the brewery float.  On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince’s stores.

AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER
He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.  Reads it backwards first.  Quickly he does it.  Must require some practice that.  magniD.  kcirtaP.  Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger to me.  Pessach.  Next year in Jerusalem.  Dear, O dear!  All that long business about that brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage alleluia.  Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. No, that’s the other.  Then the twelve brothers, Jacob’s sons.  And then the lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher and then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the dog kills the cat.  Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well.  Justice it means but it’s everybody eating everyone else.  That’s what life is after all.  How quickly he does that job.  Practice makes perfect.  Seems to see with his fingers.

- Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

Meshuggah. Off his chump.

Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.

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

It was too blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.

A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body round.

Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.

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