""He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music."
This book took some time to grow on me (so I may re-read it), as my first impressions were, though for the most part positive, a bit mixed: I found it sort of difficult and very technical, though the more I thought about it the more fascinated I gradually grew. It's a true landmark of experimental fiction and established Joyce's reputation as a pioneer of the stream-of-consciousness literary techniqu"
"“The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew"