When the soul of 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.

James Joyce Ireland and the Irish language religion

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There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

James Joyce church

You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve in that which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use--silence, exile, and cunning.

James Joyce silence exile cunning

A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the like ness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softhued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips where white fringes of her drawers were like featherings of soft white down. Her slateblue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird's soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some darkplumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.

James Joyce birdgirl epiphany transformation

Amen. So be it. Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

James Joyce life art

The radiance of which he speaks is the scholastic quidditas, the whatness of a thing. This supreme quality is felt by the artist w hen the aesthetic image is first conceived in his imagination. The mind in that mysterious instant Shelley likened beautifully to a fading coal. The instant wherein that supreme quality of beauty, the clear radiance of the aesthetic image, is apprehended luminously by the mind which has been arrested by its wholeness and fascinated by its harmony is the luminous silent stasis of aesthetic pleasure, a spiritual state very like to that cardiac condition which the Italian physiologist Luigi Galvani, using a phrase almost as beautiful as Shelley's, called the enchantment of the heart.

James Joyce aesthetics Shelley Percy Bysshe Galvani Luigi