"Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore."

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Post your favourite lines from James Joyce here.

:-)

― jed_ (jed), Friday, 1 April 2005 23:39 (twenty years ago)

A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons one, tloo, tlee: a doll, a boy, a sailor she cast away: blond, born of two dark, she had blond ancestry, remote, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a hallucination, lieutenant Mulvey, British navy.

― the padneyfox, Sunday, 3 April 2005 21:53 (twenty years ago)

i knew you'd rescue this thread, pinefox!

― jed_ (jed), Sunday, 3 April 2005 22:37 (twenty years ago)

pls tell me these are both from fw, which i will never, ever even try to read, and not ulysses, which i want to read very much. pls.

― playthang, Monday, 4 April 2005 17:16 (twenty years ago)

What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Gives me chills, every time!

― Remy Ulysses Fitzgerald (x Jeremy), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:22 (twenty years ago)

INELUCTABLE MODALITY OF THE VISIBLE: AT LEAST THAT IF NO MORE, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

― Remy (has this memorized) (x Jeremy), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:23 (twenty years ago)

real detonation but false report; spa mad but inn sane; 15
half emillian via bogus census but a no street hausmann when 16
allphannd; is the handiest of all andies and a most alleghant spot 17
to dump your hump; hands his secession to the new patricius but 18
plumps plebmatically for the bloody old centuries; eats with 19
doors open and ruts with gates closed; some dub him Rotshield 20
and more limn him Rockyfellow; shows he's fly to both demis- 21
fairs but thries to cover up his tracers; seven dovecotes cooclaim 22
to have been pigeonheim to this homer, Smerrnion, Rhoebok, 23
Kolonsreagh, Seapoint, Quayhowth, Ashtown, Ratheny; inde- 24
pendent of the lordship of chamberlain, acknowledging the rule 25
of Rome; we saw thy farm at Useful Prine, Domhnall, Domhnall; 26
reeks like Illbelpaese and looks like Iceland's ear;

― Remy Ulysses Fitzgerald (x Jeremy), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:24 (twenty years ago)

Zero marks for originality but:

Snow will be general
All over Ireland
Falling on every part
Of the dark central plain
Falling softly upon the Bog of Allen
And, further westward
Into the dark mutinous Shannon waves
Softly falling through the universe
Softly falling upon our bed
Upon your white back
Upon your red hair
Upon all the living and the dead."

― frankiemachine, Monday, 4 April 2005 17:40 (twenty years ago)

Oh heavens, I'm too far away from my library (and my copy of FW) to do this! Someone post "Three quarks for Muster Mark" for me. From U., the line that has haunted me most is, improbably enough:

IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:47 (twenty years ago)

Here, I think I found it online:

Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer- stown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!
Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:49 (twenty years ago)

"If we were all suddenly somebody else."

(Never read the whole thing, but this line stuck with me nonetheless.)

― zan, Monday, 4 April 2005 17:49 (twenty years ago)

They lived und laughed ant loved end left.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:51 (twenty years ago)

And of course the line from FW I.7 that I have long used as my e-mail sign-off:

yours till the rending of the rocks,

(which has, over time, become abbreviated to just "Yrs,".)

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 17:53 (twenty years ago)

yours till the rending of the rocks

This sounds more like a Scooby Doo quote.

― o. nate (onate), Monday, 4 April 2005 18:48 (twenty years ago)

i dont get it.

thx for answring my question gays.

― tee-hee, Monday, 4 April 2005 18:53 (twenty years ago)

Agenbite of Inwit.

Frauenzimmer

For him. For Raul.

― Ken L (Ken L), Monday, 4 April 2005 18:57 (twenty years ago)

... Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on. ...

thx for answring my question gays.

from me and chris (at least) yr welcome.

― jed_ (jed), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:27 (twenty years ago)

Woodshadows floated silently through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and further out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.

― jed_ (jed), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:29 (twenty years ago)

I think suspect the title is from U, and I suspect the PF's first quote is from Portrait, but I might be wrong. Remy's are from U except for the one with the numbers, which is from an online version of FW. The snowfall is from Dubliners. Mine were from FW except for the one I said was from U. Agenbite of Inwit is from U.

And as a bonus, from U:

U. P. Up.

(xpost -- I assume jed_'s last one is from the Nausicaa chapter of U.)

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:30 (twenty years ago)

think suspect

Those are the verbs I might have chosen between; you make the call.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:33 (twenty years ago)

remy's first is nice, his second doesn't make any sense. jed's after-smartass-comment one is good but i have no idea what it's on about. pf's is most defintely not from portrait.

i don't really think anyone but pinefox truly enjoys most of these.

i know, you are all very angry now.

― wwwwwwell, Monday, 4 April 2005 19:44 (twenty years ago)

You flatter yourself.

Remy's second makes more sense in context, but this: "If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see." is completely great and is exactly what one wants out of Portrait or Ulysses.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:49 (twenty years ago)

And I see that "one, tloo, tlee" is from the Ithaca chapter. The fox would beat me at Rochambeau.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 4 April 2005 19:51 (twenty years ago)

Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever... It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on account of the symmetry.

― jed_ (jed), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 00:17 (twenty years ago)

That is hot.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 04:43 (twenty years ago)

Jed's up the quay sounds the 'Sirens' note. 'Woodshadows...' is very fine: nicely chosen, Jed.

― the finefox, Tuesday, 5 April 2005 13:16 (twenty years ago)

Remy's first one is my favorite quote from my favorite chapter of Ulysses.

― jocelyn (Jocelyn), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 13:57 (twenty years ago)

I have a list of things to do in America, after finals. It says "read Joyce", now.

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 16:00 (twenty years ago)

"Visit LA" should be on your list, too.

― Remy (x Jeremy), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 16:34 (twenty years ago)

Did it flow?

― andrew s (andrew s), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 17:34 (twenty years ago)

It is!

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 18:17 (twenty years ago)

(now, etc)

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Tuesday, 5 April 2005 19:28 (twenty years ago)

Stop in Portland en route for cucumber sandwiches and discussion of FW.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 6 April 2005 01:00 (twenty years ago)

Will Seattle do? I cld bring... Cozen.

More Joyce y'all!

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Wednesday, 6 April 2005 06:55 (twenty years ago)

spot in podunk il en route en eouter for ... BOOse? WE ed? SHROOO ms???

― tyert yank,, Wednesday, 6 April 2005 12:51 (twenty years ago)

What about this line, from the Ellmann bio:
When a young man came up to him in Zurich and said, "May I kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses?" Joyce replied, somewhat like King Lear, "No, it did lots of other things too."

― Ken L (Ken L), Wednesday, 6 April 2005 13:41 (twenty years ago)

Cozen in Seattle???!!!?

― the finefox, Wednesday, 6 April 2005 14:05 (twenty years ago)

I will go to seattle. I will come to portland.

― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 7 April 2005 20:57 (twenty years ago)

Nobody's making you!

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Friday, 8 April 2005 16:51 (twenty years ago)

oh, well that's not true!

: )

― cozen (Cozen), Friday, 8 April 2005 18:14 (twenty years ago)

two months pass...

I have books and plane tickets.

― Gravel Puzzleworth (Gregory Henry), Wednesday, 8 June 2005 00:46 (twenty years ago)

Ahem? Ahem?

― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 8 June 2005 01:01 (twenty years ago)

Give me a sea, a scrotumtightening sea

― k/l (Ken L), Wednesday, 8 June 2005 01:17 (twenty years ago)

Sorry, that was a mashup

― k/l (Ken L), Wednesday, 8 June 2005 01:18 (twenty years ago)

I have books and plane tickets too.

― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 8 June 2005 10:27 (twenty years ago)

"...snotgreen, scrotumtightening sea..."

― Casuistry (Chris P), Thursday, 9 June 2005 03:02 (twenty years ago)

Bloomsday nears.

― the finefox, Wednesday, 15 June 2005 19:50 (twenty years ago)

Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la

― k/l (Ken L), Wednesday, 15 June 2005 20:07 (twenty years ago)

Bloomsday is so last year.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Thursday, 16 June 2005 04:51 (twenty years ago)

Happy Bloomsday! (I am getting drunk at work in about an hour. But this is more for my own birthday I must admit.)

― Archel (Archel), Thursday, 16 June 2005 09:10 (twenty years ago)

Gimma a C! A snotgreen scrotumtightening C!

― k/l (Ken L), Thursday, 16 June 2005 12:19 (twenty years ago)

i read me a little telemachus on the bus today ('') for observance's sake and jesus christ i had forgotten how much better joyce's prose can be than most everything i usually read. too much time poking at the wake, i guess.

― Josh (Josh), Friday, 17 June 2005 10:53 (twenty years ago)

Archel, I did not realize that your birthday too was this time of year (the 16th itself?). Happy birthday.

― the finefox, Thursday, 23 June 2005 09:26 (nineteen years ago)

It was the 19th, and thankyou! And happy birthday to you too for the 21st!

― Archel (Archel), Thursday, 23 June 2005 12:49 (nineteen years ago)

It's true, I am now 21 (but my birthday was the 20th).

― the finefox, Friday, 24 June 2005 20:00 (nineteen years ago)

eight months pass...

"To smell the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes."

― The Vintner's Lipogram (OleM), Tuesday, 14 March 2006 11:34 (nineteen years ago)

five years pass...

Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.

― jed_, Tuesday, 30 August 2011 00:22 (thirteen years ago)

o, i say, here's a fellow says he doesn't kiss his mother before he goes to bed!

― (The Other) J.D. (J.D.), Tuesday, 30 August 2011 03:59 (thirteen years ago)

haha

― jed_, Tuesday, 30 August 2011 22:09 (thirteen years ago)

The high grade ha ha sound

― Hipster Shake Boogie (James Redd and the Blecchs), Wednesday, 31 August 2011 01:54 (thirteen years ago)

isn't that spelled haw haw?

― Aimless, Wednesday, 31 August 2011 02:48 (thirteen years ago)

It is twenty years to the day since I first finished reading Ulysses.

― the pinefox, Wednesday, 31 August 2011 09:06 (thirteen years ago)

three weeks pass...

is "the fox burying his grandmother under a holly bush" meant as some kind of zen koan?

― I have an infamous queef post? (jed_), Saturday, 24 September 2011 00:32 (thirteen years ago)

Don't understand that either.

― When I Stop Meming (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 24 September 2011 00:46 (thirteen years ago)

a pair of psychopanties with amygdaline eyes

― corey, Saturday, 24 September 2011 00:48 (thirteen years ago)

Found this:

Stephen's riddle about the fox (pages 26, 46,558,572) is of no interest to wordplayers. It is a "shaggy dog" riddle—one that cannot be answered unless you know the answer.
-Martin Gardner, "Puzzles in Ulysses"

and

It's an absurd riddle that Stephen adapted from a book by another Joyce, English as We Speak It in Ireland(1910) by P.W. Joyce. There, however, the fox was burying his mother. Stephen's alteration is significant, and his nervous laughter and sense of guilt are understandable.
-Julián Ríos, The House of Ulysses

― When I Stop Meming (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 24 September 2011 01:46 (thirteen years ago)

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