Quotation by James Joyce

—The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words home, Christ, ale, master, on his lips and on mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.
James Joyce (1882–1941), Irish author. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, ch. 5.

Stephen Dedalus remarks on the speech of the English Catholic Priest in Trinity College and the dilemma for the Anglo-Irish writer. Gaelic was never the answer for Stephen or Joyce.
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