Цитаты из книги автора James Joyce Dubliners

He al­lowed him­self to think that in cer­tain cir­cum­stances he would rob his bank but, as these cir­cum­stances never arose, his life rolled out evenly—an ad­ven­ture­less tale

He had an odd auto­bi­o­graph­ical habit which led him to com­pose in his mind from time to time a short sen­tence about him­self con­tain­ing a sub­ject in the third per­son and a pre­dic­ate in the past tense.

ab­solve the si­mo­niac of his sin.

Far­ley was an Amer­ican.

ad­mired the dex­ter­ity with which their host dir­ec­ted the con­ver­sa­tion.

The jour­ney laid a ma­gical fin­ger on the genu­ine pulse of life and gal­lantly the ma­chinery of hu­man nerves strove to an­swer the bound­ing courses of the swift blue an­imal.

took to bad courses for a while.

He had also been for­tu­nate enough to se­cure some of the po­lice con­tracts and in the end he had be­come rich enough

well above the level of suc­cess­ful Gal­li­cism:

cheer of the grate­fully op­pressed.