“A duodene of bird notes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hand. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leave-taking, life's, love's morn.”
Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
“The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.”
“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”
Bryant H. McGill
Will C. Barnes
Mary Ritter Beard