bypaths of apocrypha is a constant quantity, John Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the town.
Good Bacon: gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon’s wild oats. Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Seekers on the great quest.
What town, good masters?
Mummed in names: A. E , eon: Magee, John Eglinton.
East of the sun, west of the moon: Tir na n-og .
Booted the twain and staved.
How many miles to Dublin? Three score and ten, sir. Will we be there by candlelight?
― Mr Brandes accepts it, Stephen said, as the first play of the closing period.
―Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus, as