Ulysses

—Look at the sea. What does it care about offences?

love’s bitter mystery

I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility.

He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra.

Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Ulysses’ is the Latin equivalent of the Greek ‘Odysseus’, the name of the wily warrior celebrated by Homer

Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.

And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.

We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination.