Tag: james_joyce

There is another way but I won’t tell you what it is.

He saw the dark entrance hall of the castle.

It was lovely to be tired.

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere.

What was after the universe? Nothing.

He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry.

He still tried to think what was the right answer.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could.

It was like something in a book.