Book: Ulysses. Page 3

Is it not hard. People become attached to each other, lure, entice each other. And then the gap. Death. Crash. Kicked in the head.

That's the point. Woman. Sea to hold easier.

Strings women's hearts go through the wallet.

No one saw: tell no - one.

Never know whose thoughts you chew.

And suddenly she wouldn't like it if I unexpectedly. Women should be careful. Catch them once with their pants all his life will not forgive.

Love loves to love love.

There are sins or (let us call them as world calls them) evil memories which one seeks to forget, to hide in the farthest recesses of the soul - however, hiding out there, they are waiting in the wings. He can make the memory of them fade, can throw them as if they did not exist, and almost to persuade himself that they were not at all or at least that they were quite different. But one random word will suddenly awaken them, and they will appear before him in the strangest of ways, in visions or in dreams, or in moments when the tambourine and harp cheer his soul, or in the serene coolness of silvery-clear in the evening, or in the middle of a midnight feast when he is flushed with wine. And this vision does not come down on him in anger, will not cause insult, will not hurt him, torn from the living, no, it'll appear in the dress of sorrow, the shroud of the past, silent and estranged reproach.

The first kiss decides everything. The fateful moment. Spring is kind of decompressed. All at once thrilled, though strong, and in the eyes. The first impulse is not to compare with anything. I remember before the hour of death.

A married man with a loose girl. That's what they most pleasant. To take away from the other man. Or at least to hear it. In me there is no such. I would not mess with another man's wife. Leftovers from another dish.

Hatred at first sight.

Close your eyes and see.

What are the specific convergence seemed to him to exist between the moon and woman? Its antiquity, prior to the succession of earth's generations and it is experiencing; its dominion of the night; her dependence as companion; its reflected light; its constancy in all its phases, sunrise and sunset the prescribed times, stay and decay; the deliberate permanence of its expression; the uncertainty in her answers to questions, not prompting a response; its power over the tides of the waters; its ability to charm, to tame, to give beauty to drive you crazy, push on crime and pander to them; the tranquil inscrutability of her image; the impossibility of its self-contained, oppressive, relentless and brilliant location; its signs, foreshadowing and calm and storms; prizvesti her light, her motion and presence; terrible warning of its craters, its waterless seas, her silence; a Luxe sheen to it when it visible, and her attraction when she remains invisible.

I reject the violence and intolerance in any form. It will not stop and will not achieve anything. The revolution must be made in installments. It's full of blatant absurdity to hate people because they live, so to speak, not on our street and talk our dialect.