“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: ----Introibo ad altare Dei.” BookBehindsMorningAirMirrorsLaysYellowAdsBowlsBucksRazorsMulligansMorning Air Author:James Joyce
“He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.” NeedsMindFirstsRoomsSunAirFoodMonthsFirst TimeGreenCookingLaysBottomShoesGlassesBreathingCulinaryHospitalsLitRubberGelato Book:The English Patient Source: The English Patient
“I devoured hot-dogs in Baltimore 'way back in 1886, and they were then very far from newfangled...They contained precisely the same rubber, indigestible pseudo-sausages that millions of Americans now eat, and they leaked the same flabby, puerile mustard. Their single point of difference lay in the fact that their covers were honest German Wecke made of wheat-flour baked to crispiness, and not the soggy rolls prevailing today, of ground acorns, plaster-of-Paris, flecks of bath-sponge, and atmospheric air all compact.” WayMadeFactsTodayDifferencesMillionsAirHonestDogFoodHotCookingLaysParisCulinaryBathsWheatPrevailingRubberSausageBaltimoreSpongesPseudoCompactHot DogMustardFlourAcornsPlasters Author:H. L. Mencken
“The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air.” TogetherWaterNatureWalksCitiesBehindsSunAirFeetCryRedRiversLaysCastsSpokesMarginsMoaningSeaweedDarkening Book:The Mystery of Edwin Drood Source: The Mystery of Edwin Drood
“The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.” MenHomeChristAirSonBirdBibleLaysHolesFoxesNestsJesus God Author:Matthew McConaughey