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Alone, what did Bloom feel?
The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point
or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur:
the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.

— James Joyce Ulysses (1922)

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Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an aesthetic end.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Ulysses (1922)

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

James Clarence Mangan (1902)

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