Dubliners

"He knew that he would regret in the morning but at present he was glad of the rest, glad of the dark stupor that would cover up his folly. He leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head between his hands, counting the beats of his temples. The cabin door opened and he saw the Hungarian standing in a shaft of grey light: "Daybreak, gentlemen!" " - James Joyce "After the Race"

"He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone." - James Joyce "A Painful Case"


"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the soul falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, the decent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead." - James Joyce "The Dead"