He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
James JoyceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: irish
- Born: February 2, 1882
- Died: January 13, 1941
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Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more. Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I, if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay, or if not, no: Brief sounds, determine of my weal or woe.
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