An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence,

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

Hold To The Now, The Here, Through Which All Future Plunges To The Past.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.

I've Been Working Hard On [ulysses] All Day," Said Joyce. Does That Mean That You Have Written A Great Deal?" I Said. Two Sentences," Said Joyce. I Looked Sideways But Joyce Was Not Smiling. I Thought Of [french Novelist Gustave] Flaubert. "you've Been Seeking The Mot Juste?" I Said. No," Said Joyce. "i Have The Words Already. What I Am Seeking Is The Perfect Order Of Words In The Sentence.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.