James Joyce quote about sand from Ulysses - Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades.
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Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades.
 James Joyce, Ulysses (1922). copy citation

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Author James Joyce
Source Ulysses
Topic sand sterility
Date 1922
Language English
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Weblink https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4300/4300-h/4300-h.htm

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“What is the meaning of that other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not like.
AM. A.
No room. Let it go.
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here. Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by design.
He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't.” source

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