To Discover The Mode Of Life Or

My Intention Was To Write A Chapter Of The Moral History Of My Country And I Chose Dublin For The Scene Because That City Seemed To Me The Centre Of Paralysis.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

A Wild Angel Had Appeared To Him, The Angel Of Mortal Youth And Beauty, An Envoy From The Fair Courts Of Life, To Throw Open Before Him In An Instant Of Ecstasy The Gates Of All The Ways Of Error And Glory.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

Christopher Columbus, As Everyone Knows, Is Honored By Posterity Because He Was The Last To Discover America.