One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally … - James Joyce

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

The Irishman, finding himself in another environment, outside Ireland, very often knows how to make his worth felt. The economic and intellectual conditions of his homeland do not permit the individual to develop. The spirit of the country has been weakened by centuries of useless struggle and broken treaties. Individual initiative has been paralyzed by the influence and admonitions of the church, while the body has been shackled by peelers, duty officers and soldiers. No self-respecting person wants to stay in Ireland. Instead he will run from it, as if from a country that has been subjected to a visitation by an angry Jove.

My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.