1 And let the dead marry the dead.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 When they were dead they lay on their sides.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 3 Among them William Ewart Gladstone, just then dead.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 4 There had been no mass for the dead in the chapel and no procession.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 5 Why, by God, they wouldn't be seen dead in a ten-acre field with them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 6 There was an instant of dead silence and then the loud crack of a pandybat on the last desk.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 Then he would have a dead mass in the chapel like the way the fellows had told him it was when Little had died.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 The images of the dead were all strangers to him save that of uncle Charles, an image which had lately been fading out of memory.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 It was his epitaph for all dead friendships and Stephen wondered whether it would ever be spoken in the same tone over his memory.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 10 It is with him I must struggle all through this night till day come, till he or I lie dead, gripping him by the sinewy throat till.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 11 His childhood was dead or lost and with it his soul capable of simple joys and he was drifting amid life like the barren shell of the moon.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 Evil company on earth is so noxious that the plants, as if by instinct, withdraw from the company of whatsoever is deadly or hurtful to them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 Stephen walked on at his father's side, listening to stories he had heard before, hearing again the names of the scattered and dead revellers who had been the companions of his father's youth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 14 Just as in dead bodies worms are engendered by putrefaction, so in the souls of the lost there arises a perpetual remorse from the putrefaction of sin, the sting of conscience, the worm, as Pope Innocent the Third calls it, of the triple sting.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 15 He listened without sympathy to his father's evocation of Cork and of scenes of his youth, a tale broken by sighs or draughts from his pocket flask whenever the image of some dead friend appeared in it or whenever the evoker remembered suddenly the purpose of his actual visit.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2