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  • Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : James Joyce Quotes , Moon Quotes , Land Quotes
  • Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up and there you are... Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : James Joyce Quotes , Heart Quotes , Blood Quotes