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    Όχι, για το μηχανοκλάστη.

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    As soon as the boys had turned into Clonliffe Road together they began to speak about books and writers, saying what books they were reading and how many books there were in their fathers’ bookcases at home. Stephen listened to them in some wonderment for Boland was the dunce and Nash the idler of the class. In fact, after some talk about their favourite writers, Nash declared for Captain Marryat who, he said, was the greatest writer.
    — Fudge! said Heron. Ask Dedalus. Who is the greatest writer, Dedalus?
    Stephen noted the mockery in the question and said:
    — Of prose do you mean?
    — Yes.
    — Newman, I think.
    — Is it Cardinal Newman? asked Boland.
    — Yes, answered Stephen.
    The grin broadened on Nash’s freckled face as he turned to Stephen and said:
    — And do you like Cardinal Newman, Dedalus?
    — O, many say that Newman has the best prose style, Heron said to the other two in explanation, of course he’s not a poet.
    — And who is the best poet, Heron? asked Boland.
    — Lord Tennyson, of course, answered Heron.
    — O, yes, Lord Tennyson, said Nash. We have all his poetry at home in a book.
    At this Stephen forgot the silent vows he had been making and burst out:
    — Tennyson a poet! Why, he’s only a rhymester!
    — O, get out! said Heron. Everyone knows that Tennyson is the greatest poet.
    — And who do you think is the greatest poet? asked Boland, nudging his neighbour.
    — Byron, of course, answered Stephen.
    Heron gave the lead and all three joined in a scornful laugh.
    — What are you laughing at? asked Stephen.
    — You, said Heron. Byron the greatest poet! He’s only a poet for uneducated people.
    — He must be a fine poet! said Boland.
    — You may keep your mouth shut, said Stephen, turning on him boldly. All you know about poetry is what you wrote up on the slates in the yard and were going to be sent to the loft for.
    Boland, in fact, was said to have written on the slates in the yard a couplet about a classmate of his who often rode home from the college on a pony:
    As Tyson was riding into Jerusalem He fell and hurt his Alec Kafoozelum.
    This thrust put the two lieutenants to silence but Heron went on:
    — In any case Byron was a heretic and immoral too.
    — I don’t care what he was, cried Stephen hotly.
    — You don’t care whether he was a heretic or not? said Nash.
    — What do you know about it? shouted Stephen. You never read a line of anything in your life except a trans, or Boland either.
    — I know that Byron was a bad man, said Boland.
    — Here, catch hold of this heretic, Heron called out. In a moment Stephen was a prisoner.
    — Tate made you buck up the other day, Heron went on, about the heresy in your essay.
    — I’ll tell him tomorrow, said Boland.
    — Will you? said Stephen. You’d be afraid to open your lips.
    — Afraid?
    — Ay. Afraid of your life.
    — Behave yourself! cried Heron, cutting at Stephen’s legs with his cane.
    It was the signal for their onset. Nash pinioned his arms behind while Boland seized a long cabbage stump which was lying in the gutter. Struggling and kicking under the cuts of the cane and the blows of the knotty stump Stephen was borne back against a barbed wire fence.
    — Admit that Byron was no good.
    — No.
    — Admit.
    — No.
    — Admit.
    — No. No.
    At last after a fury of plunges he wrenched himself free. His tormentors set off towards Jones’s Road, laughing and jeering at him, while he, half blinded with tears, stumbled on, clenching his fists madly and sobbing.
    While he was still repeating the CONFITEOR amid the indulgent laughter of his hearers and while the scenes of that malignant episode were still passing sharply and swiftly before his mind he wondered why he bore no malice now to those who had tormented him. He had not forgotten a whit of their cowardice and cruelty but the memory of it called forth no anger from him. All the descriptions of fierce love and hatred which he had met in books had seemed to him therefore unreal. Even that night as he stumbled homewards along Jones’s Road he had felt that some power was divesting him of that sudden-woven anger as easily as a fruit is divested of its soft ripe peel.

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    Θυμάστε όταν το ER δεν ήταν μόνο κατάθλιψη;

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    Εγώ δε μπορώ ν' ανακαλέσω κάτι.

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    Quote Originally Posted by paddy honey View Post
    Χαχαχαχαχα, έφη φέικ του ικόνοκλαστ.
    Δε με λένε Έφη. Tamaru με λένε.
    "Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The Devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to face up to it..." -

    Lord Lucifer Morningstar

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    πανω απ ολα συνιστω ψυχραιμια

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    Βοήθησε με να γίνω σκατάνθρωπος
    Παράταιρος και Φώντας

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    Κάτι που γραψα για σένα
    Αυτο παιδες πιστευω ειναι απ τα καλυτερα μου, ριξτε μια ματια

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    Η επιστροφή που όλοι περιμένατε

    Love under the date tree

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