Quotes by James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

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He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom? — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom? — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom? — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in p — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in p — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in p — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he’s rife an — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he’s rife an — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he’s rife an — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Three quarks for Muster Mark! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Three quarks for Muster Mark! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake
Three quarks for Muster Mark! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake