1 He had been thrown by the fellow's machine lightly on the cinder path and his spectacles had been broken in three pieces and some of the grit of the cinders had gone into his mouth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 I should not be here speaking to you as I am now if I did not believe you clean grit, right through to the very depths of your soul.
3 It is just as that dear, good Professor Van Helsing said: he is true grit, and he improves under strain that would kill a weaker nature.
4 Of course I had no experience of a London summer day, and my spirits may have been oppressed by the hot exhausted air, and by the dust and grit that lay thick on everything.
5 Her sore foot, forgotten in the excitement, now gave a tremendous throb that made her grit her teeth and shift her weight to the heel.
6 It was a daylight bird, chuckling over the substance and succulence of the day, over worms, snails, grit, even in sleep.