Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.
Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the...
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
He laughed to free his mind from his mind’s bondage.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes…YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes — Molly Bloom
The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
If you can put your five fingers throught it, it is a gate, if not a door.
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt’s port under her bellyband.