How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling, Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling, - James Joyce

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

But all they are all there scraping along to sneeze out a likelihood that will solve and salve life's robulous rebus (12.32-33)

He was not sure what idea he wished to express but the thought that a poetic moment had touched upon him took life within him like an infant hope. He stepped onward bravely.