D'yeh want—to know de captain ru-uns her? ... Frost after frost had bitten deeply, each depositing its stratum of scab upon the half-healed scar that went ...
D'yeh want—to know de captain ru-uns her? ... Frost after frost had bitten deeply, each depositing its stratum of scab upon the half- healed scar that went ...
Mr. Plummer was a miserable drunkard, a profane swearer, and a savage monster. He always went armed with a cowskin and a heavy cudgel. I have known him to cut and slash the women's heads so horribly, that even master would be enraged at ...
... front of the ship he shouted to the Trojans and Lycians saying, “Trojans, Lycians, and Dardanians good in close fight, bate not a jot, but rescue the son of Clytius lest the Achaeans strip him of his armour now that he has fallen.
Mrs. Mooney's young men paid fifteen shillings a week for board and lodgings (beer or stout at dinner excluded). They shared in common tastes and occupations and for this reason they were very chummy with one another.
011 Sunday nights there would often be a reunion in Mrs Mooney's front drawing-room. The music-hall artistes would oblige; and Sheridan played waltzes and polkas and vamped accompaniments. Polly Mooney, the Madam's daughter, ...
Mooney, the Madam's son, who was clerk to a commission agent in Fleet Street, had the reputation of being a hard case. He was fond of using soldiers' obscenities: usually he came home in the small hours. When he met his friends he had ...
In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer. He had received the rhino for the labour of his muse. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes. — The élite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit.
... what “Mooney, the active and intelligent beadle of the district,” said and did and even aspires to see the name of Mooney as familiarly and patronizingly mentioned as the name of the hangman is, according to the latest examples.
—He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he was telling me.
Dubliners by James Joyce is a real classic. Dubliners is a collection of fifteen short stories by James Joyce, first published in 1914.
Saw her drinking tea and eating cakes in Johnston's, Mooney and O'Brien's. Rather, lynx-eyed Lynch saw her as we passed. He tells me Cranly was invited there by brother. Did he bring his crocodile? Is he the shining light now?
... bred out of your mud by the operation of your sun. And mine? Is it not too? Then into Nile mud with it! APRIL 1. Disapprove of this last phrase. APRIL 2. Saw her drinking tea and eating cakes in Johnston's, Mooney and O'Brien's.
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive, To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That had he Duncan's sons under his key,— As, an't please heaven, he shall not,—they should find What 'twere ...
Roland McHugh makes the connection to Ulysses (see Annotations to “Finnegans Wake” [Baltimore: Johns Hopkins, 1991]; the pagination and layout of this book is exactly that of the standard editions of the Wake, so that my references to ...
This book contains: - Castor and Pollux. - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. - William Wilson by Edgar Allan Poe. - Eveline by James Joyce. - The Greek Interpreter by Arthur Conan Doyle. - The Fly by Katherine Mansfield.
Kate Chopin, George Moore, Sherwood Anderson, Katherine Mansfield, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Joyce, August Nemo. had that. They won't squeal on you. Often a white man you might meet, when you run away from home like that, might appear ...
Fifteen stories evoke the character and atmosphere of the Irish city at the turn of the century The text of this edition has been newly edited by Hans Walter Gabler and Walter Hettche and is followed by a new afterword, chronology,
The Dead is one of Joyce's best works - in style and emotional intensity.
A shocking confession made by the husband's wife toward the end of the story showcases the power of Joyce's greatest innovation: the epiphany, that moment when everything, for character and reader alike, is suddenly clear.