“i’m sorry, he said. shakespeare is the happy hunting-ground of all minds that have lost their balance.”
james joyce. ulysses.
book parts.
sometimes i read things, and sometimes i pass them along. sometimes they are sentimental and embarrassing. i'm sorry.
Oct 07
“the whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urged stephen to be on. beingless beings. stop! throb always without you and the throb always within. your heart you sing of. i between them. where? between two roaring worlds where they swirl, i. shatter them, one and both. but stun myself too with the blow. shatter me you who can. bawd and butcher, were the words. i say! not yet awhile. a look around.”
james joyce. ulysses.
Oct 01
oldfilmsflicker:seularen: (via loveyourchaos)
ulysses ♥
