5. Woolf – To The Lighthouse
“ But what have I done with my life? thought Mrs. Ramsay, taking her place
at the head of the table, and looking at all the plates making white circles
on it. "William, sit by me," she said. "Lily," she said, wearily, "over
there." They had that -- Paul Rayley and Minta Doyle -- she, only this -- an
infinitely long table and plates and knives. At the far end, was her husband,
sitting down, all in a heap, frowning. What at? She did not know. She did
not mind. She could not understand how she had ever felt any emotion or
affection for him. She had a sense of being past everything, as she helped
the soup, as if there was an eddy -- there -- and one could be in it, or one
could be out of it, and she was out of it. It's all come to an end, she
thought, while they came in one after another, Charles Tansley -- "Sit there,
please," she said -- Augustus Carmicheal -- and sat down. And meanwhile
she waited, passively, for some one to answer her, for something to
happen. But this is not a thing, she thought, ladling out soup, that one
says.
Raising her eyebrows at the discrepancy -- that was what she was thinking,
this was what she was doing -- ladling out soup -- she felt, more and more
strongly, outside that eddy; or as if a shade had fallen, and, robbed of
colour, she saw things truly."
6. Joyce – Portrait of An Artist as a Young Man
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming
down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road
met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had
a hairy face.
He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne
lived: she sold lemon platt.
O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.
He sang that song. That was his song.
O, the green wothe botheth.
When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the
oilsheet. That had the queer smell.
His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the
sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:
Tralala lala,
Tralala tralaladdy,
Tralala lala,
Tralala lala.
7. Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and
mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante.
Dante had two brushes in her press. The brush with the maroon velvet back
was for Michael Davitt and the brush with the green velvet back was for
Parnell. Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of
tissue paper.
The Vances lived in number seven. They had a different father and mother.
They were Eileen's father and mother. When they were grown up he was
going to marry Eileen. He hid under the table. His mother said:
—O, Stephen will apologize.
Dante said:
—O, if not, the eagles will come and pull out his eyes.—
Pull out his eyes,
Apologize,
Apologize,
Pull out his eyes.
Apologize,
Pull out his eyes,
Pull out his eyes,
Apologize.