Delaney Whieldon

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“Both then were silent? Silent, each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces.” (Joyce pg 577) #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“Kolod balejwaw pnimab Nefesh jebudi bomijabi. Why was the chant arrested after this first distich?” (Joyce 564). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“Acid nit hydrochlor dil 20 minims. Tinct nux vom. 5 minims Extr taraxel liq 30 minims” (Joyce 398). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour.” (Joyce 391). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman white-gloved hand, blunders stiff-legged out of the track." (Joyce 355). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"They released him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm."(Joyce 350). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears."(Joyce 297). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west, the sun was setting, and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand..."(Joyce 284). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by the maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy. Lismore Terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores silent.” (Joyce 221). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys all twinkling, linked all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth of love’s leavetaking, life’s love’s morn.” (Joyce 217). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed."(Joyce 188)

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and name. The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide." (Joyce 183) #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Isis Unveiled. Their Pali book we tried to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos.."(Joyce 157). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"-And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of the Wilhelm Meister. A great poet on a great brother poet."(Joyce 151). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand."(Joyce). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim."(Joyce) #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"Doing its level best to speak. That door too sllt creaking asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its own way.Sllt."(Joyce 100). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

"The doorknob hit Mr. Bloom in the small of the back as the door was pushed in."(Joyce 103). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“The grave diggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all the time? Whew By jingo that would be awful!” (pg 91). #stagsjoyce

[Delaney Whieldon @delaneywhieldo]

“In gods name John henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.” (pg 88). #stagsjoyce