The form of forms/James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms. Talbot repeated: —Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Through the dear might… —Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don’t see […]
He was crying/Ernest Hemingway
“After the assault was successful, and the last four guards had surrendered, and he had shot them against the wall, and we had drunk coffee at the café that always opened earliest in the morning by the corner from which the early bus left, he proceeded to the organization of the plaza. Carts were piled […]
