Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.
[…]
My apologies to great questions for small answers.
Couple of lines from the poem “Under One Small Star” by Wislawa Szymborska, translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
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joyce's motto
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile, and cunning.
—James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916).
—James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916).
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