"Nothing in his life / Became him like the leaving it." Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Macbeth, I.iv.117-8.
"The cold air stung us and we played until our bodies glowed." James Joyce's "Araby" in his collection Dubliners.
"At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careening homeward and through this channel of poverty and inaction the continent sped its wealth and industry." James Joyce's "After the Race" in his collection Dubliner's.
"The cold air stung us and we played until our bodies glowed." James Joyce's "Araby" in his collection Dubliners.
"At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careening homeward and through this channel of poverty and inaction the continent sped its wealth and industry." James Joyce's "After the Race" in his collection Dubliner's.
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