Excerpt from James Joyce's Ulysses:
"Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter
of iambs marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all
vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black
adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.
See now. There all the time without you: and ever
shall be, world without end.
They came down the steps from Leahy’s terrace
prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down the shelving shore
flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in the silted sand. Like
me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.
Number one swung lourdily her midwife’s bag, the other’s
gamp poked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the
day. Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the late Patk
MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street. One of her
sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from
nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a
trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all
link back, strandentwining cable of all flesh. That is why
mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
omphalos. Hello! Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville.
Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one.
Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked
Eve. She had no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped
corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to
everlasting. Womb of sin.
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.
By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a
ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and
sundered, did the coupler’s will. From before the ages..."
”Alright, I’ve trained my reading skills some more and done some prep work, I think I’m finally ready for Ulysses!”
”oh”