Цитаты из книги автора James Joyce A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

peered out for

—No God for Ireland! he cried. We have had too much God In Ireland. Away with God!

He was for Ireland and Parnell and so was his father: and so was Dante too for one night at the band on the esplanade she had hit a gentleman on the head with her umbrella because he had taken off his hat when the band played GOD SAVE THE QUEEN at the end.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music

Dingdong! The castle bell!
Farewell, my mother!
Bury me in the old churchyard
Beside my eldest brother.
My coffin shall be black,
Six angels at my back,
Two to sing and two to pray
And two to carry my soul away

Was he not holy enough

He was not foxing

tucking the end

queer and wettish

players closed around