“He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney.”
“Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails."
“God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.”
James R. Clapper
James L. Farmer, Jr.
Dee Dee Warwick