Here lies the body of William Jones Who all his life collected bones,... Till Death, that grim and boney spectre, That universal bone collector, Boned old Jones, so neat and tidy, And here he lies, all bona fide.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
--Then, said Cranly, you do not intend to become a protestant? MI said that I had lost the faith, Stephen answered, but not t...hat I had lost selfrespect. What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MUpon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. MWhich of the two, Stephen asked, would have ban...ished me from his commonwealth?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MWhat is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through ...change of manners. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Before he left, Aunt William pressed a sovereign into his hand guiltily, as if it were conscience money. He, on his side, took it ...as though it were a doctor's fee, and both ignored the transaction.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Twenty-two years ago Judge [then-Senator Stephen] Douglas and I first became acquainted. We were both young then; he a trifle youn...ger than I. Even then, we were both ambitious; I, perhaps, quite as much so as he. With me, the race of ambition has been a failure--a flat failure; with him it has been one of splendid success.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »