Quotes of the Week - Oct 12, 2008:
"Your company is now bankrupt, our economy is now in a state of crisis,
but you get to keep $480 million. I have a very basic question for you:
Is this fair?" -- Henry Waxman, chairman of US House Oversight Committee,
questioning Lehman Brothers CEO Richard Fuld over bank's collapse.
"Our opponent is someone who sees America, it seems, as being so
imperfect that he's palling around with terrorists who would target their
own country." -- Sarah Palin, accusing Barack Obama of associating
with Bill Ayers, founder of Weather Underground, which was involved in
several bombings in early 1970s.
"We can solve this crisis — and we will." -- US President
George Bush, on economic crisis.
Authors:
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Quotes, A Portrait of the
Artist as a Young Man Quotations, Famous Quotes
Once
upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming
down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along
the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo…. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Opening lines
What
did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say
goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to
kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft
and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise:
kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces? A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
No
God for Ireland! he cried. We have had too much God in Ireland.
Away with God! A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Mr. Casey, on how the Irish Catholic Church
betrayed Irish nationalism and hounded Charles Stewart Parnell
'to his grave'.
We
are a priestridden race and always were and always will be till
the end of the chapter…a priestridden Godforsaken race! A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
Poor
Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king! A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Mr. Casey
He
closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind,
conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her
softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his
lips as though they were the vehicle of vague speech; and between
them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the
swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
His
sins trickled from his lips, one by one, trickled in shameful
drops from his soul festering and oozing like a sore, a squalid
stream of vice. The last sins oozed forth, sluggish, filthy. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus telling his sins to the priest
in confession
Ireland
is the old sow that eats her farrow. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
When
the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung
at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality,
language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
The
artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind
or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of
existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Stephen Dedalus
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