Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. James Joyce (1882 – 1941)
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. James Joyce (1882 – 1941)
Every day in many ways, day after day, we walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves. James Joyce (1882 – 1941)