>copy paste james joyce wikipedia After graduating from UCD in 1902, Joyce left for Paris to study medicine, but he soon abandoned this. Richard Ellmann suggests that this may have been because he found the technical lectures in French too difficult. Joyce had already failed to pass chemistry in English in Dublin. But Joyce claimed ill health as the problem and wrote home that he was unwell and complained about the cold weather . He stayed on for a few months, appealing for finance his family could ill afford and reading late in the Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève. When his mother was diagnosed with cancer, his father sent a telegram which read, "NOTHER [sic] DYING COME HOME FATHER". Joyce returned to Ireland. Fearing for her son's impiety, his mother tried unsuccessfully to get Joyce to make his confession and to take communion. She finally passed into a coma and died on 13 August, James and Stanislaus having refused to kneel with other members of the family praying at her bedside. After her death he continued to drink heavily, and conditions at home grew quite appalling. He scraped a living reviewing books, teaching, and singing—he was an accomplished tenor, and won the bronze medal in the 1904 Feis Ceoil.
On 7 January 1904 Joyce attempted to publish A Portrait of the Artist, an essay-story dealing with aesthetics, only to have it rejected by the free-thinking magazine Dana. He decided, on his twenty-second birthday, to revise the story into a novel he called Stephen Hero. It was a fictional rendering of Joyce's youth, but he eventually grew frustrated with its direction and abandoned this work. It was never published in this form, but years later, in Trieste, Joyce completely rewrote it as A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The unfinished Stephen Hero was published after his death.
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>Professor Loewy-Brueller (though as I shall promptly prove his whole account of the Sennacherib as distinct from the Shalmanesir Sanitational reforms and of the Mr. Skekels and Dr. Hydes problem in the same connection differs toto coelo from the fruit of my own investigations – though the reason I went to Jericho must remain for certain reasons a political secret – especially as I shall shortly be wanted in Cavantry, I congratulate myself, for the same and other reasons – as being again hopelessly vitiated by what I have now resolved to call the dime and cash diamond fallacy) in his talked off confession which recently met with such a leonine uproar on its escape after its confinement Why am I not born like a Gentileman and why am I now so speakable about my own eatables (Feigenbaumblatt and Father, Judapest, 5688, A.M.) whole-heartedly takes off his gabbercoat and wig, honest draughty fellow, in his public interest, to make us see how though, as he says: ‘by Allswill’ the inception and the descent and the endswell of Man is temporarily wrapped in obscenity, looking through at these accidents with the faroscope of television, (this nightlife instrument needs still some subtractional betterment in the readjustment of the more refrangible angles to the squeals of his hypothesis on the outer tin sides), I can easily believe heartily in my own most spacious immensity as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm when I am reassured by ratio that the cube of my volumes is to the surfaces of their subjects as the, sphericity of these globes (I am very pressing for a parliamentary motion this term which, under my guidance, would establish the deleteriousness of decorousness in the morbidisation of the modern mandaboutwoman type) is to the feracity of Fairynelly’s vacuum.
Stones rattle my bedroom window as I was there laying silently. I arose and peered out the window to see Hitler standing in the moonlight. Hitler came to me at night fearful of his father's belt and needed the comfort of his dear friend, me. I opened my window and waved him up. A few moments had past as he slowly crept his way up to my room, trying not to make a creek for my family would be upset. He reached out my hand like he has done so many times to I and I pulled him into the comfort of my room. We sit at the edge of my bed, the cool Austrian are seeping through my opened window. He was distressed, upset. I laid my hand upon has far shoulder and pulled him into my embrace, he wept, and tightened his arms around me. He sniffled as he lifted his head up from my embrace and peered into my eyes. I place my right hand across his cheek and clutch hes testicles with my left. He closed his eyes as he lifted his head in satisfaction as he let out a faint "ja." He slowly opened his eyes and lean in with his lips puckered. We met half way, our lips sealed with passion, his faint pubescent upper lip patch of hair gently tickling my skin. I begin to clutch harder on his testicles, "JA" he moans of passion. I lean forward, pushing his body onto my bed. We slowly begin to undress, beginning this new life together. He stops me from unbuttoning my shirt, he motions to do it himself. The top button then the second. He stops when a flicker of light from chest fills the room of light, "vhat ish dish?" He asks me...It is my Star of David Hitler. I lean in for a kiss as Hitler stares at me. I feel a tug of my hair, Hitler rises up over me and throws me face first into my pillows. I turn to see only the shadow of Hitler standing in front of my bed room window. "Hitler" I cry to him as he slowly walks away; "Hitler" I cry to him as he climbs down my home; "Hitler" I cry to him as he runs away, back to his home.
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Sample: well then WHY is it/HOW come the 'actor' 3/6 9 (actors) portrayed in this particular film are essentially performing FOR and Bowing the FUCK DOWN IE "dancing to the critical TUNE/beat of 'the critic' 3/6??? You say the 'actor/artist PUPPET/SLAVE 'performer' is the 'TRUTH?!?! Let me crystal clarify for YOU what is 'absolute' and that IS the CRITIC who HAS been through more of all/anything re: REAL in this FAKE "lab-rat experiment of Bizarro-World" to the point/position that he/she takes on a "all-knowing approach/stance to L-I-F-E" THAT is REAL and the 'actor/puppet court-Jester CLOWN (includes all musicians/athletes as well) looking to IMPRESS the 'critic' are FUNNY/comical and COMEDIC "to ME" Good talk, Have a Nice Day, see you out there...
“I… uh… don’t know if I can...” “Nah, take your time, there’s no rush if you don’t want to.” Now he was really feeling the smoke, Alex was well and truly stoned. He said something right, Jeff gave a gulp and tugged at Alex’s boxers until his cock flopped out. It was slightly above average length and slightly above average girth, and from that distance it didn’t look too big to handle. With his left hand he took the bull’s cock and began to stroke it. It grew slightly harder in his grip and he rubbed the underside of the tip as he pulled the foreskin back to expose the pink shiny head. “Ah, loose that kung-fu grip dude.” He gasped in embarrassment and loosened his grip. He leaned in closer, but the closer he got the larger and larger it seemed to grow. Mere inches from his face it seemed too much to handle and a knot grew in his stomach. But Alex gasped soon as the bunny’s cold tongue gave a tentative lap at his shaft. He licked like he was pecking at it. But the more he licked the stronger his confidence became and the longer and slower and warmer each lick was. He came to the tip one last time, took a drop of pre on his tongue and tugged at his foreskin with his lips before taking the head in his mouth for one tentative suckle. “Careful with them teeth, bunnyboy.” >You Write Like Anne Rice
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>Lorsque plusieurs femmes vivent ensemble, il y a synchronisation des règles ou « effet McClintock », qui serait dû à l'émission par les glandes axillaires de substances volatiles[réf. nécessaire]. L'action éventuelle des phéromones dans l'espèce humaine fait l'objet de controverses, puisque l'organe voméronasal n'existe pas chez l'adulte. Toutefois, chez la souris, certaines phéromones peuvent activer des récepteurs présents dans l'épithélium olfactif.
>Certains moyens de contraception permettent à la femme de décider d'être menstruée ou non : d'après certains, il ne serait pas dangereux de se passer de règles[réf. nécessaire]. Cependant, l'industrie pharmaceutique finançant de nombreuses recherches, il faut rester conscient du risque d'informations erronées même si ces dernières sont transmises par des médecins. Par ailleurs, les pilules sont des médicaments fabriqués et vendus par cette même industrie pharmaceutique. Pour ne pas avoir ses règles, la femme pourra, si elle le souhaite, choisir un moyen de contraception adéquat : pilule combinée prise sans interruption, pilule progestative prise en continu, DIU hormonal.
>Jadis du fait des nombreuses grossesses ou de la longue durée de l'allaitement, les femmes étaient rarement réglées. Nous sommes passées en deux siècles de trente cycles par vie à plus de quatre cent cinquante voire six cents en cas de traitement de ménopause[réf. nécessaire].
>Globalement il existe une corrélation entre le nombre de cycles au cours d'une vie et le risque de cancer du sein 2.
>L'impact du nombre de cycles sur le risque de cancer du sein est d'autant plus élevé que ces cycles « supplémentaires » se produisent tôt, du fait d'une charge hormonale des cycles qui diminue avec l’âge. Ainsi pour chaque année supplémentaire par rapport à une moyenne, le risque de cancer du sein augmente de 5% lorsque ces cycles se situent à la puberté, et de 3 % lorsqu'ils se situent vers la période de ménopause3. En d’autres mots, le risque de cancer du sein augmente quand on est pubère tôt et ménopausée tard4.
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