1. DUBLINERS BY JAMES JOYCE
Dr Graham Price

3. The Holy Office
But I must not accounted be/One of that mumming company/With him who hies him to appease/His giddy dames’ frivolities/While they console him when he whinges/With gold-embroidered Celtic fringes-/ (James Joyce, “The Holy Office”, in Poems and Exiles, Penguin Books: London, 1992, pp. 103.).

4. ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’
Know that I would accounted be/True brother of a company/That sang to sweeten Ireland’s wrong (W.B. Yeats: Selected Poems, London: Penguin Books, 1991, pp.38).

5. “IRELAND: ISLAND OF SAINTS AND SAGES”
‘Our civilisation is a vast fabric, in which the most diverse elements are mingled, in which nordic aggressiveness and Roman law, the new bourgeois conventions and the remnant of a Syriac religion are reconciled. In such a fabric, it is useless to look for a thread that may have remained pure and virgin and without having undergone the influence of a neighbouring thread. What race, or what language (if we except [165] the few whom a playful will seems to have preserved in ice, like the people of Iceland) can boast of being pure today? And no race has less right to utter such a boast than the race now living in Ireland. Nationality (if it is not a convenient fiction like so many others to which the scalpels of present-day scientists have given the coup de grâce) must find its reason for being rooted in something that surpasses and transcends and informs changing things like blood and the human word. The mystic theologian who assumed the pseudonym of Dionysius, the pseudo-Areopagite, says somewhere, “God has disposed the limits of nations according to his angels”, and this probably is not a purely mystical concept. Do we not see that in Ireland the Danes, the Firbolgs, the Milesians from Spain, the Norman invaders, and the Anglo-Saxon settlers have united to form a new entity, one might say under the influence of a local deity? And, although the present race in Ireland is backward and inferior, it is worth taking into account the fact that it is the only race of the entire Celtic family that has not been willing to sell its birthright for a mess of pottage.’ ( “Ireland: Island of Saints and Sages”, in Critical Writings, ed. Ellsworth Mason & Richard Ellmann (NY: Viking Press, 1966, p )

6. Letters
I seriously believe that you will retard the course of civilisation in Ireland by, preventing the Irish people from having one good look at themselves in my nicely polished looking-glass. (Letters 1: 64).

7. ULYSSES
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant (James Joyce, Ulysses, New York: Vintage, 1961, pp.6).

8. A Little Cloud
He was under average stature, he gave one the idea of being a little man. His hands were white and small, his frame was fragile, his voice was quiet (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp. 76).

9. A Little Cloud
A horde of grimy children populated the street. They stood or ran in the roadway, or crawled up the steps before the gaping doors, or squatted like mice upon the thresholds. Little Chandler gave them no thought. He picked his way deftly through all that minute vermin-like life and under the shadow of the gaunt spectral mansions in which the old nobility of Dublin had roistered. No memory of the past touched him, for his mind was too full of present joy (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.77).

10. A Little Cloud
The English critics, perhaps, would recognize him [Little Chandler] as one of the Celtic school by reason of the melancholy tone of his poems…It was a pity his name was not more Irish looking (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.80).

11. Self Portrait
‘I would say now that the so-called Irish Literary Movement which purported to be so frightfully Irish and racy of the Celtic soil was a thorough-going English-bred lie.’ (Self-Portrait, 1964, p.9; Collected Prose, p.[16]; Selected Prose, ed. Antoinette Quinn, 2003, p.306.)

12. A Little Cloud
The Isle of Man [scoffed Gallaher]…Go to London or Paris: Paris for choice. That’d do you good. …I’ve been to the Moulin Rouge…and I’ve been to all the Bohemian cafes. Hot stuff (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp. 83).

13. A Little Cloud
 There was something vulgar in his friend which he had not observed before.
But perhaps it was only the result of living in London amid the bustle and competition of the Press. (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp. 83).

14. A Little Cloud
He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room off the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read something to his wife. But shyness had always held him back; and so the books had remained on their shelves (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp. 77).

15. A Little Cloud
It’s nothing….He…he began to cry….I couldn’t…. I didn’t do anything… What? (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.93).

16. A Mother
When the Irish Revival began to be appreciable Mrs. Kearney determined to take advantage of her daughter’s name [Kathleen] and brought an Irish teacher to the house. Kathleen and her sister sent Irish picture postcards to their friends and these friends sent back other Irish picture postcards (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.154).

17. A Mother
Mr. Holohan, assistant secretary of the Eire Abu Society, had been walking up and down Dublin for nearly a month, with his hands and pockets full of dirty pieces of paper, arranging about the series of concerts. He had a game leg, and for this his friend called him Hoppy Holohan (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.153).

18. A Mother
They thought they had only a girl to deal with and that, therefore, they could ride roughshod over. But she would show them their mistake. They wouldn’t have dared to have treated her like that if she had been a man (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.167).

19. A Mother
Mr. Holohan began to pace up and down the room in order to cool himself, for he felt his skin on fire. ‘That’s a nice lady he said’. ‘O she’s a nice lady’
‘You did the proper thing, Holohan’, said Mr. O’Madden Burke, poised upon his umbrella in approval (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.168).

20. A Mother
[Mrs. Kearney] came back and spoke to her husband privately. Their conversation was evidently about Kathleen, for they both glanced at her often as she stood chatting to one of her Nationalist friends (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.153).

21. The Dead
‘And haven’t you your own land to visit’, continued Miss Ivors, ‘that you know nothing of, your own people, and your own country. ‘O to tell you the truth’ retorted Gabriel suddenly, ‘I’m sick of my own country, sick of it’ (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.216).

22. The Dead
He stood still in the gloom of the hall, trying to catch the air that the voice was singing and gazing up at his wife. There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.240).

23. THE DEAD
Better pass boldly into that other world in the full glory of some passion, than fade and whither dismally with age (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.255).

24. The Dead
“The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward” (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.235),

25. The Dead
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Micheal Furey lay buried…His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead (James Joyce, Dubliners, London: Penguin Books, 1956, pp.153).

26. James Joyce and the Question of History
In ‘The Dead’, Joyce’s coda to Dubliners, the pattern of linguistic seduction, thwarted escape, and return to a historically determined paralysis differs somewhat. Gabriel seems to have dealt successfully with the problem of his subject in a colonized country by choosing a cosmopolitan identity based in part on language – that is, on his disavowal of Irish, his ability to speak French and German, and his writing of book reviews without regard for nationalist politics. Yet the words of two women associated with the West, site of Ireland’s severest colonial trauma, undo his cosmopolitanism and his sense of verbal mastery over women and Ireland (James Fairhall, James Joyce and the Question of History, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1993, pp. 250).

27. Conclusions
James Joyce was not totally sympathetic with the Revivalist project.
Dublin and its inhabitants were important to his conception of Irishness.
His work used and remade key icons of the Revival.
Joyce’s work brought Irish literature into contact with European literature.