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James Joyce* The cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careering homeward, and through this channel of poverty and inaction the Continent sped its weal

James Joyce* Two gentlemen who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him up: but he was quite helpless He lay curled up at the foot of the stairs down which he had fallen They succeeded in turning him over His hat had rolled a few yards away and his clothes were smeared with the filth and o

James Joyce* Mr James Duffy lived in Chapelizod because he wished to live as far as possible from the city of which he was a citizen and because he found all the other suburbs of Dublin mean, modern, and pretentious He lived in an old sombre house, and from his windows he could look into the disused

James Joyce* It was Joe Dillon who introduced the Wild West to us He had a little library made up of old numbers of Every evening after school we met in his back garden and arranged Indian battles He and his fat young brother Leo, the idler, held the loft of the stable while we tried to carry it by

James Joyce* Old Jack raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of coals When the dome was thinly covered his face lapsed into darkness but, as he set himself to fan the fire again, his crouching shadow ascended the opposite wall and his

James Joyce* She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue Her head was leaned against the window curtains, and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne She was tired. Few people passed The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along