They had flown from England to Minneapolis to look at a toilet.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
Who is John Galt?
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
They murdered him.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
The first time Caesar approached Cora about running north, she said no.
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.