 – she had a strong arm and knew she could win it. But she was hurting too much to stop and try. Growing up is a staggering journey. You bang on the hurt, hoping it'll go away, only where can it go? You bang harder. An hour, okay? Have fun. How could she?
More lines from The Kind of Ride This Is, a story in progress  Remembering that hope years later, she felt an unexpected inrush of kindness.
Line from The Kind of Ride This Is, a story in progress  That night the city wore the mask of a capital. The five young men strolled along Stephen's Green in a faint cloud of aromatic smoke. They talked loudly and gaily and their cloaks dangled from their shoulders. The people made way for them. At the corner of Grafton Street a short fat man was putting two handsome ladies on a car in charge of another fat man. The car drove off and the short fat man caught sight of the party.
from After the Race, the fifth story in James Joyce's Dubliners  Home! She looked round the room, reviewing all its familiar objects which she had dusted once a week for so many years, wondering where on earth all the dust came from. Perhaps she would never see again those familiar objects from which she had never dreamed of being divided.
from Eveline, the fourth story in James Joyce's Dubliners  ...It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds. Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me. I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: O love! O love! many times.
from Araby, the third story in James Joyce's Dubliners |
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